Anticipated movements,
the beating of your heart
and the rise and fall of your chest.
Anticipated,
yet each movement bears a remarkable newness
That the world must stop to view,
for if they miss this chance,
because they can,
they will never truly see you.
Remarkable stillness
In the air before your face
the instant before you inhale,
exhale.
Tangible stillness of an instant that dares
to not remain.
This moment you are all inspired
and inspiring,
You are the suns jealous lover
and the moons twisted mistress.
You outshine the stars and shame the earth's ego
as you take a step forward,
an assumed position against the glory you might loose...
If you become any less predictable,
any less you.
That step is not expected,
as the breath of your bosom and the drum of your heart
You changed just for an instant,
now you dare fall apart.
