The women and girls
move onto the floor.
Kick off their shoes
in a pile by the door.
Straighten their straps,
loosen their hair,
moving around each make up a pair.
Holding their breath...
The women and girls
-twelve dancing princesses-
burn holes in the floor
with the weight of their heat.
Losing themselves,
is pleasure encoded.
Deliver us once,
Deliver us from
these four limbs.
Roll me over-
don't wake me.