I, dancer.

I, Dancer.
One who moves with the beat of the music
no, to the rhythm
my own rhythm
my internal rhythm
here.
in my chest
my personal metronome

the soft pound, background sound
to the motions
coming and going like the ocean
swirled with my emotions

watch me, the dancer
as I move my feet
as I shimmy, slide
and ride that beat
the thump thump thump
that makes you go "mmmm"
because there are no words
left for you to speak

So let me translate
that knot in your chest
and let me do
what I do best
tell your story
from my point of view.
I, dancer.
I'll tell you a story
of the music
of happiness
of the joy
felt when I can't help but move
as though holding still
would be the most ultimate form of blasphemy against the world

If you listen carefully
with your eyes
I'll tell you my secrets
my innermost desires
as I glide past you
or is there a language barrier here?
did you get tongue tied with your two left feet?
so don't step at all
just chill on the wall
and sway with the beat
follow what you feel
loosen up
and, as they say
dance like no one's watching

But that's not true.
everyone's watching.
all eyes are on you. on me.
I, dancer.
but the only thing I see
is darkness
because I've closed my eyes
and let myself flow
soft like the wind
that rustles the leaves
during the fall-
my favorite time of year
I mimic the brittle leaves
as they float and spin to the floor
where the earth is now carpeted
in orange and red and yellow
and i dance across the leaves
just to hear them crunch under my feet

but I bring myself back to the moment
where everyone is waiting
for me to extend an arm
or shake a hip
so i indulge them
with my way of dance
meant to intrigue, entice, and entrance

and I see your gaze
following me
while I tell my story
do you hear me?
not the story from my lips
but the one told with feet, hands, and hips
maybe my message is lost on you
because
I can't teach you how to understand
what I'm saying
when I say it with no words at all
I, Dancer.