her dance

She dances... caught up in her whirlwind in a skin signifying freedom. paying her own ransom to a beat only she can hear as she shares a relationship with music. every cubic inch of her being exists for this moment with the intent to create movement that leaves her spent. in a different place, in a new space with no trace of bondage.

This excerpt is a preview of a poem about a friend of mine who is so free when she dances, I think it liberates others. She moves with such purpose yet no purpose at all. I know it sounds crazy but it works. Only she can uninhibitedly move in such a way that others smile at the fun she is having...wishing they can let go and be as free as she!