The Dance

There was a moment when I walked across the mountain tops and decided to descend.

 I slowed as I came upon a path where a young woman was sitting. I spoke to her and she looked at me. 

She whispered to me. I beckoned her to come closer, and she did. 

She began to stroke my arms, but I pulled away. She reached and I put her hands to her sides. 

I told her to wait. 

She took her clothes and rolled them in a ball and handed them over to me, I told her to wait.

She kissed her arms and her hands and offered them to me, and I told her to wait. 

She crept into my shadow and breathed into my ears, 

but she could not wait. 

“I will feed you, but you must feed me” I said to her. 

She nodded and began to speak, she danced, and she almost fell off the side of the mountain.

She grabbed my arm, I pulled her back and we danced off the mountain together.