They're only human.

I
am one.
I dance.
I slither, and I am the only.
I let the air
slide and squirm through my fingers.
Do you believe?

The light shines on me, only me,
while bodies of blues and blacks,
wriggle and jive around me.
I am alone,
yet surrounded by so many.

My colour is magnificant.
I am the brights, and the darks.
I am the lion in the brush,
and I am the doe it will attack.

Hands envelope me and music
glides freely over my skin,
tantalizing, and electrifying
my every pore.

The bass under my feet,
boom boom booms,
and I match it's beat.

I am the only
in oh, so many.

I am one.
I am all.
I am everything.
And I am nothing.

_-R&R.-_