Oh To Be Danced

Movement met with intention of equal tension in hands, eyes, embrace, grip and movement. Allowing surrender to flow equally between partners, to allow and to command the sharing of intimate dance space.

On Saturday night, under the stars, to the magnificent, melodic and sensual sounds of Future Primitive, I was danced. By a stranger, or was he...? Or perhaps a twin soul of dance. Who knows... What I do know, is a hand upon a stretched arm intercepted my field and he asked, "Dance with me," and I accepted the gesture and I received his hand. He moved his feet and legs rhythmically like a male peacock showing me his feathers, which allowed me to momentarily see his intention and style of dance. We tasted and tested our moves, sensually, gracefully. And we started to dance. I was guided into surrender and trust by this man's uncompromising moves to move me. We danced. He danced me, and I danced him. He accepted my feminine testing of his ways on the dance floor, allowing me to switch and move with grace and ease. And at every test he graced me with more allowance. We danced and danced. We moved fast and slow, with passion and sensitivity easily moving between us. I did not know him. And yet I know his breath, his cadence, his anatomic gestures of the dance. We danced and time stopped. Eternity was at hand. I cried tears of joy and mouthed ‘thank-you’ into his eyes several times as he danced me. And I danced him. Then, the dance stopped. We bowed. I left. I think I know his name... and I'm uncertain if I know him at all...