The dancing white horses, so sturdy, regal and strong
heads erect and chomping at their chrome bits
Rearing their forelegs slightly as they toss their heads back
their brushed and braided manes and tails with Pink plumes held high
they are led by a beautiful trainer, a woman every bit as regal
prancing in her silver slippers leading the horses out of the arena
She's wearing a sleeveless, bathing suit styled one-piece outfit
Its pink with white lace fringe but it glitters with a million pearlescent sequins
Her bossom is full and heaving as she extends her arm above and behind her.
She gathers the reins the lead horse and pulls him gently to follow
horses in-line follow her athletic gait and he supposes her to be mid-30's
Her silken blonde hair braided in a beautiful French Braid
which has been turned up and pinned back behind he beautiful head
His heart pounding he unknowingly rises from his seat and follows
down the peanut-shelled strewn  aisle he makes his way down sticky stairs
to the sawdusted earthen floor of the Big Top, He follows not realizing
Her legs are dancer firm and proportioned from thin ankles tapering upward
to her calves and curving behind delicate knees to her heart shaped bottom
and full curvy thighs.  On her upper right thigh he notices a tear
a circular tear in her white small-weave fishnet stockings and his heart races
As she passe out of the tent show exit he makes his way outside
a thousand twinking stars sparkle in the Fall night air as he breaths it in
As the horse hooves begin to sink through straw covered mud he follows
as they intersect near him he sees the sillouette of her face against the moonlight
though she doesn't yet notice him.  He sees it glisten off her high cheeks
rounded and and full with almond eyes, he imagines to be ocean blue
She senses him and turns but not the least bit startled she faces him
He tips his hat, his heart still beating and says... "Hello, you were marvelous"
"I just had to take the chance to tell you so personally". 
She looks him up and down and her eyes meet his as the horses pause
and bow their heads to the water trough.  She ties them to a pipe
bolted to the side of the white and green striped aluminum trailer
He  can see it's empty, door ajar, yellow light glowing, throught he curtain
She say's "I think I recognize you...were you at last night's show... I believe you were with a woman".   "Yes I was, that was me."  He says.. "I just had to come back....I really don't have a reason why"...His heart pounding now and he thinks visibly so.  "I hope you don't mind this meeting...I just had to say hello you know".  She smiled and winked and said "It's alright, I understand..."
She extended her hand to him in the moonlight and said, " I'm Dorkella and I'm glad you enjoyed the show".  He replied,  "I'm James....and the woman you saw me with last night was just a friend...I don't want you to get the wrong impression... I must say, I'm so charmed to meet such an interesting lady"....He adds..."I don't mean to keep you,  I really should get going, you must be tired....will there be another show tomorrow?"   She frowned a bit and looked up at him..he thought he saw a bit of sadness..and she said "Just one more show tomorrow at 8 PM and then we break the next morning and take the show to another town".  "Well good luck Dorkella, I hope to make the show if at all possible, I'd like to see you one more time...good night for now!".   Then he turns as if to walk away and in that moment that felt like slow motion to him... she says.. "James, stay!!"  A thousand stars shine on them and the thin crescent moon high in the sky seems to smile upon them.  From inside the BigTop, backlit in orange and faded white canvass the crowd is oblivious to this meeting.  Their  muffled roar echos in the night air as the band plays for the clown show making its way to the center ring.