Celestial Burlesque

This feminine spectacle, this aerial act

Most tantalizing when fully covered in gauzy red-amber, in umbra

or penumbra, winking

“The Girl with the Twirl”

Slipping and sliding in silken shadows

revealing little

by little

A cabaret in a thank you smoke-less theater

A brazen revue with the earth for audience

Masses on bridges will break their necks to get a better view

and try to capture every subtle tease through eyes of glass

each move slow then spectacle-fast

In the finale, the choral line is radiant – stars dead or still rising

Center stage, our broken ingénue

flesh pale and prickled with revelation

Bare/naked/bright

Boring

Someone snorts dismissively

“Let's go home.

Ain't nothing I haven't seen before.”