To the studio dancing girl

At first, I liked the pictures
Of the temple dancing girls
Shot in the black and white
Of those times
The temple was a studio
Where the camera prayed
To models in bikinis
For nickels and dimes

She loved the cats and dogs
She gave them light
She’d visit in all weather
Their cradles and their dens
The candles of her body
Would light up the night
With smiling stars
The animals could pretend

The night of the spider
When love is torn apart
I saw her carried off
Into its dark heart
And fighting the web
Like a little boy
I fell asleep exhausted
And quietly began to cry

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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