isadora...
remove your shoes mes ami
tonight we will dance
with our feet kissing the floor
we will remove our corsets,
drape ourselves in scarves and
tunics and we will fly...
let your body be a
paintbrush for all the colors of
your soul...
let it weep your anguish,
leap with delight, and sweep the clouds
from your day "on pionions of
joy"
so we remove shoes, that will take
forever to button without buttonhooks,
strip away stockings and petticoats,
to sing with our arms, and sculpt the air
with our bloomer-clad torsos...
oh isadora...
such freedom...
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