The Dancer

Red hair, green eyes, pearly skin, a woman walks out into the light. A lithe form, a graceful form. A form only marred by three sheets of silk. Blue, green and red, these three scarves drape around her body. One tied around her waist, the red band hiding her precious pleasure. Another laid around her neck, the blue scarf hiding her curves from view. The last was entwined in her hair, the green strains flowing against her red hair. She walks out onto the stage bathing in the yellow light and pauses.

She stares around at the glowing darkness, and picks up one lithe leg. Slowly she steps forward, swinging her arms up. With a quick step she hops, twisting her torso. The rainbow of colors flowing after her, flying to the side. She turns again – her body making a silent wind in the lighted circle as she spins. She stops. One white foot stopping her body’s turn. She holds her form still, letting the blue and red cloths stop their swirling turns.

She steps again, throwing her leg out into the air, and taking a turn. Bringing her leg back in, tightly to her body, she spins herself faster. Her heal pressing close against her skin, high on her thigh, her legs a twirling top. Again she throws her leg out and again she brings it back in, gaining speed. The multi colored scarves fly around her form, picking up speed with her turns, they fling out buffeted by the winds. Her lithe form flying under the light, her muscles twisting and straining with her own power. She hears the blur of the wind fly by her ears. She feels the salty taste of sweat on her red lips. ‘This,’ she thinks. ‘This is bliss.’