the blur of four flesh and bones
encompassed with skin and smile
piercing white teeth
and braids spilling over
four dancers swept the floor
joints swept by their melody and laughter

shadows creep in their faces
gaunt brows, twinkling eyes
feet hitting the floor
like brewing thunder
and breaths pouring over
the fragments of yellow light

four, four dancers
they danced like no other
lost to the bliss of movement
simply lost to the rhythm
of the moment