me wishes I was a ballet dancer,
dancing on the shore.
in a tiny dress, unveiling my legs,
those plump limbs made of flesh and bone.
me wishes I was your princess then,
all pale and shy and lost.
twirling, whirling clumsy pirouettes,
on the sandy ground of hopeless dreams.
if only I were a ballet dancer,
I’d dance over the waters of the channel.
like Jesus I could walk,
like Mary I’d remain untouched.
I’d rather drown in the cold waves of the ocean,
than taste the joys of lust, of words unspoken.
I am your princess of Calais,
a bitter duck that’s hiding.
I’ve torn my dress inside the reeds ,
I’ve lost my balance on the dunes.
me wishes I was a swan
so I could just fly over
to you my love, to you!