a poem...

my first real piece of Moulin Rouge fanfic (or fanpoem, as the case may be)

The Beauty Behind


Does she know
I wonder
Of the beauty that she is

The brilliance I find in her
Behind the costumes
Behind the greasepaint and the dance

Not in the spitblack
Used to make her eyes pop out
But in the way they shine when she is glad

Not in the rouge
To make her skin glow
But in the soft heat of her cheeks upon mine

Not in the corsets
Sucking her body to a tiny form
But in the feel of her real curves under my hands

Not in her hair
Tossed over an eye to make her seem coy
But in the feel of it swimming around my face

Not in her mouth
Forced into flashy smiles
But in the loving shy smiles we share

Not in her voice
Crying in forced pleasure for the men
But in the sweet nothings I receive

Not in her love
That she gives for clothes and home
But in the real true love we share