His name is Nicholai
and he's a dancer
girls don't like that
boys would think he had cancer
but his step is precise
and his leaps are divine
at his recitals
he feels like he shines
he knows his desire is dance
he knows his blessing is ballet
he knows he's breaking every cliche`
they think he's happy, in his lie
they want to believe every word
they fall for his fallacy
they trust his eyes, however demurred
they believe he is normal
the same
they believe he is tame
a follower
His name is Nicholai
Author notes
part 2 of 2 in Public V Private
