Body art

He twists his arms upward and spread his fingers to the sun.
He thrust his head backward exposing his hungry skin.
Sweat slips and slide down his arms towards his legs.
Contorting his limps he stretches upward to the sky.
He releases a sigh.
I wish I could say hi.
But, I could only gawk like a hungry vulture.
Quickly he uncurls his twisted limps and leap through the sky.
While all the while I remain unseen.
Landing on one leg he begins to spin in circles.
Around and around
Faster and faster
Until he nothing but a blur of images
His hand moves in and out, fingers spread.
He looks like a flower spiraling downward to the ground.
A flower I cannot devour so I stare and stalk.
His body art has stopped.

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