Piece

I dreamt of you the other night, dancing, swaying on the
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graceful. Your marble feet, peach pink, never touching the Earth.
Your silken sundress, blowing with each twist and pirouette, flowing, shining and glistening off the cosmic Moon that constantly encircled your head with each dip and swerve; the way the sun shines like halo behind each saint, and how it refected -like water, streams, brooks- and in turn, becoming those same streams, seaming infinitly.
Swaying, turning , prancing -those streams- Still Dancing.
Only your toes come in to contact with matter.
Liquid. Causing the same ripplesthe feather of a baby doves would cause on those still streams. Still, Dancing.
The dew of the grass glistened like a mirror glistens when it reflected the stars back in to that night sky. And as your locks whipped as strands of satin in the heavens , the tips gave birth to more dewy stars. And they shot. And they showered all around you. Each one, a wish; a wish I would never have to make, because you held me.
I sat like a child, crosslegged, in your palm, in awe-struck wonderment. And you never looked away from me. You wore a smile. A small smile brighter than any supernova exploding. Still dancing.

-MViramontes