I've watched it over and over
each week, each challenge
I've always imagined my body-
svelte, sultry, seductive
as my hips undulate
and my limbs sway,
while the music's crescendo scales its pinnacle,
only to fall abruptly
Descrescendo!
Then---
Adagio
Often I imagine you,
so in step,
the strength of your hand
on the small of my back
Connecting---
energy colliding,
pulsing,
steam rising through our loins,
face glistening with sweat
We simply...
glide, as if meant to be
My lips become clumsy,
unable to conjure words
The music fades
Stillness reverberates moment of confidence,
now melded into awkwardness
How can I love something intangible,
magically inhuman,
but filled with spirited life
Such a mysterious, driving force
Ahh, the art of bodies in motion,
the measure, the swing of notes
piercing our souls harmoniously,
evoking our emotions to stir
in a fluid, drawing display of movement
Infectious, alluring rhythmic beats-
this mesmerizing language,
commanding our muscles, the bridge
to the wonderment of expression,
to move as lovers do
I turn off the television
As I gaze upon the vespered heavens
filled with winking stars...
I ruminate
Could I ever love someone
the way I love watching bodies in motion,
entwined in the moment, completely in sync
