The arch of the foot bends
A graceful negative space is outlined in a delicate blush of pink.
A breath, a pause.
Exhale.
And move!
The swell of the music rises around you like a thousand shimmering drops of light.
Arms raise in graceful fluidity
Muscles extend, tendons tighten.
Joints roll and lock
The mind empties, the soul calms.
I become an avatar for beauty and music.
The neck elongates,
Pulse quickens.
My feet are sure,
My body is steady.
A story is told through movement,
The shapes well learned,
The negative space charged.
My eyes find purchase as my body spins.
Head whipping, precision is key.
I prepare.
I trust my footing, the strength of my ankles as I leap.
Leg extends, arms like wings, streaching for my mark.
I bend.
And sway.
I contract
And lengthen.
I dance.
To the music, to life, to the sound of my soul.
I create, I paint a world for you with the shape of my body,
The curve of my body, the line of my neck, the arch body.
I dance.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 3:12 AM UTC
The arch of the foot bends
A graceful negative space is outlined in a delicate blush of pink.
A breath, a pause.
Exhale.
And move!
The swell of the music rises around you like a thousand shimmering drops of light.
Arms raise in graceful fluidity
Muscles extend, tendons tighten.
Joints roll and lock
The mind empties, the soul calms.
I become an avatar for beauty and music.
The neck elongates,
Pulse quickens.
My feet are sure,
My body is steady.
A story is told through movement,
The shapes well learned,
The negative space charged.
My eyes find purchase as my body spins.
Head whipping, precision is key.
I prepare.
I trust my footing, the strength of my ankles as I leap.
Leg extends, arms like wings, streaching for my mark.
I bend.
And sway.
I contract
And lengthen.
I dance.
To the music, to life, to the sound of my soul.
I create, I paint a world for you with the shape of my body,
The curve of my body, the line of my neck, the arch body.
I dance.
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