I am aware of my existence.
My fingers touch my skin
and they become aware of what they are touching
and what is touching them.
I am aware of my existence. My existence is aware of me.
I step forward.
The air caresses my skin with soft kisses that awaken more of my skin and the muscles underneath.
I twirl on my foot and the dance begins.
My arms caress the muse that has entered my chamber.
Music wells up from within.
Joy enters the dance, kissing my lips as they gift a smile.
I am aware of my existence and my existence dances its awareness of me.