Sinuous arms carve air,
thick with dust unsettled by her feet
tracing circles over circles on
dull cobalt tile.
She is becoming lighter,
to float like the particles of dust
caught in suspension
as the sun outside sinks
and casts speckled shadows onto her face.
The room undulates in lurching
freeze frames of yellow and amber,
until the fragile fabric of perception
and every pore of her skin
vibrates in sync with the frequency
of a billion luxated atoms.
A moment of awareness—
the sheer speed
the furious power,
rapidly escaping her control.
Colors blur and bleed
into her peripherals,
confusing the senses.
A moment of hesitation—
A tangle of limbs,
rippling with the aftershock of flight,
collapses in a heap of golden, pulsing flesh,
supple from the vertigo of inertia.
Even in rest
her body is movement,
the air buzzing with static
from the heavy friction
of nylon and tulle.
The blue tile is ice
against her fevered skin
and she sighs into its comfort,
the only constant in a room still spinning.