I desire to torture myself into
the shape of beauty
don the metal vestments
and clink about the halls
sounding of silver
I, heavy as a calvary
graceless and forgetting gravity
shoplift positions from the ballet
prancer in shining armor
sir yvain in pale chiffon
I dance defeat of dragons
un-equip my wielding foes
I suffer a heart excruciating
bruised by satin
straining against ankle bone
beautiful