I Hope You Dance

Just a little higher. A little higher. There.

I want you to watch me as I dance.

See my silk swirl.

Laugh. It blows my hair back. There.

I want you to see my cheeks.

Hear my silly sighs.

Sit. Sit still. There.

I want to sing for you.

Do you like alto?

Your baby blues turn orange at seven.

I watched them change and you let me.

You stared at me.

I gave you my back and splashed on your chest.

You were making me uncomfortable.

Sand between my toes even though I don't like it.

It will wash off. Your expression won't.

No, not until it fades.

And after, you're still beautiful.

I twirl my dress in the wind and dance on the shore to the rhythm of crash and stone.

Birds sing.

The stage is orange.

And I smile and see the painting you've gifted me.

It dances too. Over me. 

Its graceful and I stop.

And I smile.

With arms outstretched you lift me.

A little higher. There.