Dancer
A Poem
Published in
1 min readJun 19, 2020
on the canvas of a dance floor
arms become brush strokes
flourish, jab
feet etch feelings
she is art in motion
using body to paint space
free here, dancing
in deliverance, liberation
moving according to will
the wildness beckons
chipping meticulous maroon nails
sweat clings to stray strands of hair
this is the discipline of love
toes ache. catch your breath.
the beat continues
so does the dancer.
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