PAINBOW.

move.

i'm on the last stage,
the audience is waiting
and will me to move.
move to the rhythm.

the throbbing in my head,
in my veins,
thrills and chills me to the bone
and i embrace the feeling

a slow, sensual movement
takes over my body.
i feel like a feather,
moving with the air.

there's an urge.
to capture the eyes
of the attentive audience.
i want their attention.

so i move.