Fake Dance

to grapple with uncertainties she dances ballet

tiptoes
and balance carefree
credulity
twirl

the curtain falls now is the perfect time to hide everything
face-powdered the overture plays
conspires aloud to evasive drums

she grapples again regaining a balance
this rope secrets in cord-like tightened lips

her fake dance her fake feelings in her heart
her lover looks on without blinking

how sweet how true how remarkable

bravo!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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