Lesbian Poetry

Little Blue Dancer

something blue surrounded her
blue like tone, not blue like sadness
maybe it was
i did not know her well enough to say
to say anything
just that the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot looked like a careful dance
her balance lived someplace that i could not see
she set an equilibrium in the cement below her feet and she made me tremble.

she stood close to me
she made me feel like i was something inatimate
something that only watched her as a spirit does,
or a tree. not insignificant, just close and silent.

reveling in her stillness
reveling in her beauty.