Desert tutu

In the desert,  her tutu, limping down her calves,
It didn't get its chance to outshine the pastel tules and shoes on stage,
It was depressed and sorrowful. 


Contrasting against the sandy dust, the pink hues her partner in crime, unique in their shade. 
Wrestling against the cacti flowers, merely colorful by the depth of their tone
She ran.


She let go of black stages and envious looks,
Strict mothers and uncaring fathers, lonely hours and body tears
She flew.


Left the ground and silly carnal envelopes stepping in her way,
Ashes and white powder, disastrous omens
She forgot


Soaring through the air in delicate intricacies,
Losing herself in the pleasure of steps and leaps
She came back to life


The tutu in the wind, the ballet shoes lost,
Tracing tracks and footsteps of never-ending dreams, mastering the stool, 
They danced.