to the man i once loved: a poetry

The Dancer

She dances gracefully
as light as the summer air
with no vestiges of pain.
Every sways the hands move
show charms and dares-
as if no knives had touched her.

She dances softly,
softly-
with no pain
dressed in her.
She dances calmly
as if no storms had hit her.

She dances gracefully
with music of love
accompanying her.