The wood relfected soft in the dark; it was shiny, and smooth against her skin. Running and then leap into the air with her skirts swishing up her legs. Wood slaps against the balls of her feet, spinning and spinning in the center. The dark ceiling swirling above her arched neck and her leg tucks up into her final twist. Silent, except skin against wood. Heart beat, breathe, collapse against the cool floor, flat and hard. Legs and arms jumbled; laying on the smooth glossy surface. And the dark continues.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
A Wooden Floor
The wood relfected soft in the dark; it was shiny, and smooth against her skin. Running and then leap into the air with her skirts swishing up her legs. Wood slaps against the balls of her feet, spinning and spinning in the center. The dark ceiling swirling above her arched neck and her leg tucks up into her final twist. Silent, except skin against wood. Heart beat, breathe, collapse against the cool floor, flat and hard. Legs and arms jumbled; laying on the smooth glossy surface. And the dark continues.
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