TITTY DANCER

Bewildered is the conscience of a dancer
whose unified self wishes to remain true
to a lover,
to family,
a social circle.
Yet a facet of the face must make love
to the masses;
each hungry audience that idolizes the mask,
she slowly exposes.
To dance is exhilarating freedom: My God!
And the shock value is immeasurable,
(it makes her laugh.)
It's a high more exilerating than some orgasms.
But who understands her?
An unattainable lover,
a whore of a daughter,
a friend in discord.
Only sisters in crime seem to sympathize,
in the communal silence they share as misfits.
No one speaks of it.
They only portray their portraits
in quiet, unending revolutions
of misinterpreted resignation.