Our Dance

Sometimes you follow, sometimes you have to lead

We move slowly, hands on hips and shoulders, arm’s breadth apart.

We waltz then tango.

Turning my head in time with the music

following your lead. Swirl of gown, your foot on mine.

We move apart uncertain how the dance should go.

Close your eyes. Forget the steps you know.

Listen to the music.

 

 Don’t forget to breathe.

 Dip your hips.

 Shift the steps.  

Every step is unplanned. 

Can you keep up?

I step one foot between yours.

You move one foot back. 

Pull me close.

Spin you out.

Drop the shoulder.

 Turn your head away in shame.

 Arch your back as if to flee.

As I take the lead.

Trust me.   Trust you. 

Raise your hand above your head, take hold of mine.

This is our dance.  The one of offer and acquire. 

Reviews

[The Old Ashes]

Dez,
This is intoxicating, mysterious, and almost written a style that speaks "sexy." Metaphors of reality mixed with fantasy, teasing, inviting.
This is a piece of art. The last line "This is our dance. The one of offer an acquire." is a perfect ending to this, leaving the reader wanting more from this little scene you have shared while still satisfying the piece. Perfect balance for a conclusion.
Keep up the great work. I can't wait to read more my friend.
--Ashes
100/100