The Exquisite Dancer

I wrap my head around her elegance
Her dance is more than just harmonious.
Her leaps and twirls are softly weaved
and braided through precise routine.

Her dance is guided by violins
and horns and flutes, they string you in.
Her story lacks the words to tell
instead her movements speak them well.

The lack of error I cannot fathom.
I’m whisked inside a world imagined.
She displays to me a luxurious tour
Of this place of much allure.

This goddess ends with lovely grace.
A humble smile across her face,
She takes a bow; applause ensues
I leave her world, my world anew.