almost home

blue tape
marks the lines of the tiny stage
in the Black box
the last three counts
forein
the pop music
feels comfortable
like an old pair of sweats
cross legged on the dance floor
a painful stretch
beautiful
everything is comfortable
till people start
to look at me
i can only dance
in the dark
a moth
graceful and light
in the black of night
behind sealed walls
Up again
comfortable again
to twist
and shake
without being accused of trying to be
sexy
when all i ask is beautiful
i'm different
but a dance room

almost feels like home again