#soufuldance

[sameerspiritual]

Folded around her knees, she listens for that one private chord where May, memory, and muscle agree, and from there she rebuilds the girl the stage keeps asking for.

[sameerspiritual]

Against stone's resilient hold she bends, legs a pyramid of contemplative grace— elequisoly thinking better themes unfold, soul's livid wave where I become whole.

[sameerspiritual]

I brace myself like a bell to be rung, then let the music strike a true sound.

[sameerspiritual]

Toes like brushes, the floor her canvas; blood dries into a private varnish— applause steals the smell of effort.