She of the desert grace

 She danced like...
The desert sand obeyed her
The jewellry around her neck and ankles
glinted in the torturous sun

The side of her foot pale yellow matched the color of sand
Her freedom resonated on the kind touch of the breezes
She walked and contemplated the dryness
Seeking that which she hid from herself

She danced over the ripples of the sand
The sun tanning her not to mention the breeze´s caress
She worshipped it all and it all worshipped her
Her steps and twirls echoing a hot grace

Date palms regard her in the distance
Though she seeks no oasis she only seeks the boundless
The broad expanses that are so empty they force the soul out
And her´s is one of dance and love for the sun

A creature mesmerized within her own movement
Part protagonist part self observer transitioning
Creating her own ideaolgy through her path
Her own creed of freedom