Dancer

A Poem

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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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