my dancer

Her delicate profile
Etched in
Cameo porcelain
A blush rises at her cheek

She does not walk
She glides
Into the room
Like a cool summer breeze

Perfectly she moves
Pirouettes
Like a dancer
Her arms gracefully arch

She floats from one position
To another
Like a river
Flows effortlessly by

She cannot contain it
The dance
It moves her
In joyous release