The music in her was at first hard
Until I stepped back and
just let her mind and body flee
Her legs then found the floor
as her hips found the rhythm,
gyrating and winding,
the music flowed towards her before my eyes
setting up a syncopated resonance
taking me away of what I thought
to the actual of her,
A wild whirling dervish,
a creature unbound in thought and nature,
A soul singing.
Fighting for a freedom
to just be.
Philip Wardlow 2017