Movements ...

Maybe you were born for all this
Complexity and twists
Maybe because the turns you take
Fit like jigsaws with the roads mapped
And the echo of your footsteps 
Match the bouncing of sunlight off your hair
And the dust you stir with every move
Is what settles turbulences in some oceans
Maybe you are not just a body
Sent here to breathe out your time
Maybe you're here to take those respirations
And churn them to gasps
Blow them slowly into me.
Because you seem less like flesh 
And more like movements 
Through outlined breezes 
And skyfell radiance.