Dancing is like showing your soul with the cover of fun
riding my smile like the wind blows happy through hair
and spring branches carrying the promise of summer blossoms
to herald the bugs that birds gorge on like your eyes devour my hips
swaying to my torso moving with my steps to beats you can’t hear
but know are pulsing inside you too like you want to
pulse inside me.
Yoga pants didn’t just start a revolution of comfort, but
of sexuality, and boldness; the hug and smooth filter
to cellulite and flab like armor against the skin tight display
like dancing full of laughter and joy;
but my moves are all displaying curves for you to move with.