Strawberry Lips

I am a concrete doll
With clay hair
and strawberry lips filled with tiny hints of fibre
Sucking air in and out
Like a vacuum
Breath on fire is nature's fuel

I sit in the kaleidoscope's centre
Amid the colour
Motion and balancing lights
Spinning round and round
A clumsy dance
Chipped paint on the carousel

I see through glass
Smiles and laughter resonate
Life of purpose
Life of happiness
Music box cranked to before the beginning
and strawberry lips filled with tiny hints of fibre

Serving from Behind the Circus

Rights of passage
Clammy hands
Moist kisses

The tension of a tight rope cord
Dips from the weight
An attempt to balance

How can I help
You

Discover

Me?