in the park

the fall of the silk
like glass
the dancer does skate
twist and twirls
as the toes do curl.
as upon a map
guided by every sign
each and every placement so by design.
tracing, the etching
the lines grooved into flowing curves
as if on air
the chill bumps move,
feel the hairs
excitement as much as a heart could bare.
the silk brushes once again,
a remembrance to when.