Eternal Youth (Dancer Painting) by Ivy Jones

Eternal Youth

I cannot feel my arms or legs or arms.

My toes are about to fall off right here.

My cheeks are burning from the sting of the

Wind, dividing my face with every gust.

How long have we been dancing for on the

Beach? I am tired… I want to go home.

I know that he is not enjoying this

As much as he is acting like he does.

No one likes dancing this much and for this

Long. No one! My brain hurts just from thinking.

How can he put on this great of a show?

With no audience besides Helga and

Bernard. They do not want to continue

Holding those umbrellas and trying to

Not blow away from the agonizing

Cold gusts that come at ten second time frames.

Pour Helga. She has been with me since I

Was a baby. I am pretty sure she

Nursed me. God knows my mother is too proud

 To have her breasts sag or change shape from the

Perfect shape they are now. She would rather

Die than have anything change the body

She works so hard to not change year to year.

“Youth is beauty” she told me once at night

When she was walking out the door with a

Different man than the night before. Never

Have I seen these men in day light. Only

Night when my mother needs another drink.

Have I changed in these 20 years? Helga

Would say “No.” She loves me so sincerely.