Sarcasm rolls off her tongue
Like the last drop of poison
Clinging to a vial, and you
Breathe in that frigid chill.
The way droplets or snowflakes
Darken with the sky as she runs
Wild, practicing her dance. You
Can only stand still and watch
Her cool, slithering form that
Entangles with nature like a
Key to a puzzle, as those wiry
Limbs continue their movements.
You can almost hear the snap
Of her bones as she cranes her
Neck, twisting her torso and
Leaping through the howling
Breeze with strengthened legs.
A skip in her step, not once
Delicate as you feel her touch,
The tracing of her skin a
Whiplash compared to her
Movements. Equally, they are
Both mesmerizing. Pale skin
That freezes with the moves
Of a flickering lantern at dusk.
So you watch her dance,
Her twists and turns never
Stopping as she breathes
In and out. Steady, tireless.
Her movements continue
Until dusk turns to dawn
And moonlight fades to
The rising sun, a candle
In the mist as she spins.
Turning with time itself
As her partner, she pulls
Forward and back, a
Shadow of a smile curling
Her lips into a taut line.
. . .
You focus on the wind
Outside of your window
As you imagine a dance.