The leading, blinding way you’ve seized my head

Beneath the lust of youth that still holds innocence

With tenderness you lead me to your bed

And there I feast on sequins

And carve you up

With knives

And dance

She serves you up on center stage

Permitting you to strip your veils and scream

But I am here (and I am everywhere)

And everything you do you do for me

Yes, freedom, yes sweet autonomy

Illusion tastes like ripened raspberries

And you, my dear, taste sweet and good to me

My ballerina; slick with wine and tea

And drunk on will and zest to love and live

While she believes her dance isn’t for me

Will stay a willing and welcome captive