Mwaba Don

[PurpleFluff]

She moves fluidly on a circular stage.
Her style flawless,
she becomes the sparkle as the audience fades. I dig this line. Is this the moment the lights dim and all eyes are on the dancer?
Slowly I become attractively restless I also didn't get this
as my fear of expression wanes. Or this fear/expression
I have to hold on to this moment of moving beauty.
I cannot afford to darkle,
So I hold my breath to soundly I also don't get soundly ( maybe that'd just me) watch the beautiful dancer.
She is so beautiful and feminine
yet I seem to capture the masculine execution of her dance,
she is a Perfect Muse, expressing her poetry in Dance maybe cut out in dance at the end. Its already clear she's dancing. 

 Okay here's some notes from a critiquing nube.As others have said, you are capturing a moment full of sensory possibilities. I say possibilities because this poem is rife with opportunity for imagery that really brings us there with the audience of the dancer. Also as others have said , I would refrain from using the same words so close together. 
Also maybe this was just me but the end almost felt rushed. Anyway I dig this and am excited to see where this goes. ThAnks