dancer's heart

The long, lean limbs of a dancer
Prancing taut, throughout the room,
Immune to the eyes that follow her everywhere.

She learned long ago not to care, for those
Who could not bear her beauty -
Wanting only to use it, abuse it.

Hate her/revile her,
They tried every torturous device
But they could not scar her.

Her spirit was strong,
Enamoured of music and movement
She lived in unspoken communication,
Releasing endorphins, the denouement of which
Was elation.

One limb of hers speaks infinite words of wisdom;
Sprung from an urge uncontrollable
She dances, no longer doubtful
As her body writhes in time with
Beats and sounds.

In tune, she drops out
in this, the eternal, primal shout.