Untitled, written while supposed to be writing an essay.

[jaolianas]

Dance with me,

you whisper,

and so I take your hands,

giving myself to you,

letting you lead me.

We dance through time,

from wild rain-dances,

sun-dances, buffalo-dances,

prayer-dances,

to the great swinging circles

of village celebrations;

from the Morris that

welcomes life

to the other Morris

that must be danced in balance.

Box-step, fox-trot, ball-and-chain

lindy, samba, swing,

tango… the dance of sex and passion.

We waltz, lord and lady together,

and then contra, spinning, being spun,

long skirts brushing, breathless.

And then finally,

we slow-dance,

first in the fifties with a foot between,

and then slowly growing nearer,

until we are teenagers

dancing close

on a hot summer evening,

caught in the music

and the moment.

And though the song fades,

and the darkness falls,

we will dance through time

until the world ends.