The Dancer
there was one whom she considered
when she had a moment to herself
perhaps in the bath
there was one
he didn't look at her like the others
it wasn't just desire or faithless worship
easily dismissed
instead it was recognition
of her
the real her
intuitive
every grace, every flaw, every nuance
naked in his eyes
and with all that
clearly beyond his comprehension
still
still he did not draw away
his smile did not hide his puzzlement
many approached her
or wanted to
but the eyes of the one
told a different story
he would hold her
explore and accept her
softly caress her beauty
greedily devour her body
but love her
for reasons neither could define
her candlelit reflection slowly arched
balance
lithe muscular reach
perfect form
dim glistening skin
sure synchronous movement
want me, she whispered
want me
By faded shade
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