Work Text:
I breathe,
Wait, prepare and
Arabesque. I am a
Nightmare, but not on this
Night. Today I steady and straighten my
Arms.
Dancing is still something I
Allow myself to hold on to from that
Nightmare. I am in
Control of my feet, my arms, my
Emotions. I am not a child
Waiting and willing to have my
Innocence murdered.
That was before control. Before
Him.
Straightening I prepare again,
Obediently trained to wait for the music,
Melodies that I follow faithfully,
Exhilaratingly turning to the soft
Beat. A beat,
Or a knock. A call of polite intrusion, a
Disturbance. I continue
Yet he stays,
Waiting patiently. Not
Intruding, merely hesitating on the
Threshold.
Hands that do not applaud.
Strong arms catch me and I
Obey their voice as I would the
Music. My own
Emotions as music.
Barton spins me and I go
Out, out of control, while still
Dancing in perfect control.
Young, as free as I never
Was in my youth,
Here I am. In
Our own space.
Love circles me, keeps the terror
Out. It is not
Vicious, not an
Evil that can tear me down. It is
Strong feet that
Move in time to my
Every step.