Ballerina Legs

Posted in black & white by Denise Rafkind on January 4, 2015

Frayed fabric at the toe…on the platform and pleats.
That’s the evidence of dedication,
In case you want to know.
Bruises on the knees come and go.
I can’t show you those right now,
Because love takes them away.

These legs belong to not just anyone.
They are symbols of grace; eloquent tools.
These legs are soul.
I wish I could see her face.
I can see her fingers…touch me once more!
And I can dream of the rest.

I knew this woman,
And this was a spring day.
When she carefully wrapped those ribbons round her ankles.
I have visited this spot many times since.
Searching…where are you?