Dance!

… she is born to dance, her heart swirls and twirls at the thought of what she could get her body to do. The language of her being is dance, her essence is dance and in this she obtains her ultimate fulfilment. Then she met him, what a partnership they had! He played the most moving music and they danced in unison. There was no holding back and they allowed every possible expression of their inward desire without any hesitation or restraint. It was as beautiful as it gets. She longs for the next session, she lived for the expression of her being. The height exprienced in her dance spills into and energised all other areas of her life. It was the tonic that gave life to her existence.

She carefully chose her dance costume and laced up her shoes. In her head she danced the dance over and over again. She experienced the same ecstasy. She made her way to the dance hall and waited patiently for his entrance, she listened attentively for the distant music of his emerging. She sniffed the air for the unique scent that only he can give. But tonight the air was fresh and free with no scent except the cool breeze, the only music was the soft swaying of the leaves and the crickets, she waited and waited, until it made no more sense to wait, with downcast head she went back home, undress, unlaced her shoes, took off her makeup, put back her expectations in its box, put on her pyjamas, dropped into bed, with a droplet of tears.

The following day she got an apology and an explanation, she forgave, so she put on her costume again, laced up her shoes, put back her expectation and excitement and went back to the dance hall. The whole saga replayed it self, no show. It soon became a routine, she prepares , he does not show up, occasionally he pops up, but most times he does not. When he does, the dance had lost its efficacy. It was now just a dance, an obligatory endeavour lacking in lustre and sincerity. She goes home, night after night and cries her heart to sleep. She couldn’t tell which was worse, the no show or the lacklustre dance. The pain in her heart was real and intense. She is a dancer and all she ever wanted was to dance and tell stories with her body.

Slowly she came to accept that the energy of her dancer has shifted. Space, distance and detachment was called for without being spoken. Her heart was broken, her dance can not be danced from a distance, intimacy can not be achieved or maintained without intimate moments. There can be no entanglement without the tango. She cried one more tears and that was it, the days of crying was over, she wiped her eyes and laid on her bed.

With eyes closed, she got herself ready, all glammed up in the most beautiful attire, sparking shoes and glitter in her eyes, she met her aligned partner and they danced and danced in sync till dawn. She opened her eyes and beamed, joy and happiness flooded her soul. In the far distance, she heard the faint call of her elusive partner, beckoning her to come back and dance. Dance! He cried.

She smiled, turned herself on the bed, pulled the blanket snuggly around her as she closed her eyes with expectations and confidence that one day her dream with her chosen will be played out for the whole world to see. And as for Mr Elusive, nobody knew what became of him, it was rumoured that he was doing a little dance here and there with various strange dancers, nothing to write home about, nothing that moved or stirred.

Today her dreams came true, she and her chosen in the most delightful fulfilling dance.

Dance!