Let the secrets roll down her arm and drip
of her fingertips, each movement is her pure voice being spoken through unique expression.
A cry with each outstretched arm for
sincere vulnerability in a moment when eyes clench closed and the sweat rolls
down the cheek to meet heavy breaths being pushed out, dancing like it’s the
only form of communication.
Letting her body talk all the way from her
fingertips through the tips of her pointed toes like the roll of a pen writing
cursive
Writing her own story w/ each move more
meaningful than the last
Her body melts with the music, a dancer w/
genes made up of strength & grace
She leaps with elegance and runs with
passion, the emotions bursting at the seams of her skin like you can feel the
story her body tells.
Her skirt even ocean wave moves like it’s
part of her movement, the movement of art
The wind her dancing makes is music note
brail that her skin reads until it reaches the top so much so that even her hair
dances
Milk and honey legs sweet and smooth mold
into a savory composition
She is the definition of expression: action
of manifesting a feeling, because each cell in her body is made up of rhythm,
beats, musicality, and poetry in motion
Something so beautiful, if life were to lose its
voice she would speak for life itself through dance
