Juxta

posed

She danced on steel joints,
a carnival of sparks rising from her heels.
Every movement rehearsed,
yet something wild trembled
beneath the varnish of perfection.

Somewhere else,
sweetness gathered in the dark,
skin bruised but glowing,
fermenting into a wine
that tasted of endings.

A heart broke quietly overhead.
Pressure, the way a river splits rock
…