The Dancer

She stretched her hand out into the sky As if she was pulling the sun's rays into her palms. Her legs moved with such grace, And there was beauty in the chaos of her unmeasured steps. There was no music, But her dress had the prettiest whirlpool every time she spun. Her hips swayed with a majestic motion Hypnotic to the eye Seductive to the soul. She was like a star, Only obsession could reach Away she danced into the sunset Till she was a silhouette echoing the fading horizon. She blew a kiss She blew my mind She skipped away into the night I skipped a heartbeat The next day, Only a few drunken love rhymes on the wall behind where she performed were left. Oh And a throbbing lump in my heart. One sad poet's heart wasn't trophy enough. Onto the next city she went On and on The show never stops The dancer Elliepoet