So she dances,
prances her way
to the dancefloor
devoid of sound,
but only with the beat
her heart creates.
Through twirls
and arabesques,
she commands the air
to carry her
the way she tiptoes
in a cosmic
sensual
trance.
A dancer is an angel
who glides in space,
her eloquence resonates
through her
pirouettes.
-for Alyssa
thewallflowerconfessions 