there she stands
silent
her red lips and
black brows
stark
against the whiteness
of her face
she stands silent
watching him
pirouette
sashay
he executes the steps with
grace and poise
she applauds
silent as the grave
there is the heart
on her sleeve
can he not
see it
does he not
comprehend
she dances after him
falls on her knees
at his feet
wringing her hands before her
in supplication
oh, can you not see!
she shouts silently
he turns
noticing her
ah, the funny mime
he laughs
deigning to extend a
hand
he lifts her to her
feet
what is it, silent one
has some lucky knave
caught your eye?
she explains
as best she can
but her silent best
only earns her
more benevolent
condescending smiles
with an airy wave
of the hand
he bids her summon him
if she needs help
warding off lovesick
swains
he saunters away
rejoins the glittering crowd
of majestic ladies
they titter behind their fans
as he blithely
romances them
while she
stark in black
and white
stands
stares
silent as a tomb
while her heart
screams
