pirouettes on my heart

I watched your body contort
as if you tangoed with smoke and mirrors;
created illusions
out of broken bones
and fractures like a break dance

and you tapped out morse code
S-O-S on floors
that resonate with
your indecisiveness

but honey,
my life ain't no crystal ball (room)
and you can't cut in
because my acerbic nature
grated emancipation into grit
between its teeth

and I have no need
for a gentleman