Dance Practice
“Watch and learn my dance”, the shapeshifter said. My eyes never missed his littlest moves, i couldn’t stop grinning at his twirls and turns. I began to circle him, still with my curious face. I asked him where he learned his glissade from, but he didn’t answer. His purple spirit was all over my skin like feather dust, tickling my senses. Before i knew it, his melody enticed me and i mirrored every single step he made. In every turn he changed into something different like waves crashing down the seashore, it looked so fascinating. When the music finally stopped he said, “Many of my layers sheded off. Can you tell me who i am now?” as if i have forgotten the man who walked into this room a while ago. Then I imitated his beautiful little glissade move once again. I waited for his surprised look that never surfaced, and i told him; “How can i not know who you are? It is all i ever see and care about. Do you think i care about your metalic vest full of embellishment? Not a seco