The Dance (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Her choreography is impeccable,
Her beauty is anything but absent,
The fragrance of her being is inevitable,
Her heart's content state leaks through her pores
As she moves a different direction
She does not miss a single beat along the way
As she approaches me, she immediately shines
And at anacrusis, begins a new dance.

-Erick Flores