it begins
with silky smooth fabric
like tiny cushions on her
delicate skin
she spins
her back arched ever so slightly
the curvatures of her feet
cuts through the empty air
she is swift
she is fast
she is doing what she
knows best
her fragile stability
is as light as a spider
she dances through the darkness
leading light in her path
the inaudible patter
as her feet
gracefully hit the floor
weave a tapestry
of a love unknown.
the sun
rises as
it is done
she does not remain
she is gone
her blood is a
song
sang just before the dawn.
(b.d.s.)
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
it begins
with silky smooth fabric
like tiny cushions on her
delicate skin
she spins
her back arched ever so slightly
the curvatures of her feet
cuts through the empty air
she is swift
she is fast
she is doing what she
knows best
her fragile stability
is as light as a spider
she dances through the darkness
leading light in her path
the inaudible patter
as her feet
gracefully hit the floor
weave a tapestry
of a love unknown.
the sun
rises as
it is done
she does not remain
she is gone
her blood is a
song
sang just before the dawn.
(b.d.s.)
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