The Dancing Shadow

I am stitched onto this physique of flesh Gracefully following whenever I can Dancing in front, behind, or to the side. I love how I see myself Shaded grey Shaded black. The beauty of movement The beauty of vision Enchanting and mesmerizing Swaying end to end— Caught in a frenzy of twirls. Defining the curves of her nose Her lips Her hair But without the gift of becoming a mirror image The true color The true direction The true ways of a mortal I will always be Her dancing shadow.