I wanna dance. So bad.
My limbs, salivating in-place. Longing for the wanton inebriation of the swaying of hips, the poetry of skin touching, caressing, scintillating. Please, let me dance. An invitation, an offer, any of those. Just so I would forget. And hopefully, won't regret.
The floor, a concept seemingly distant, foreign, calls me, culls my hunger. To move, and be moved. Will I let my feet bring me to the threshold of the tantric? Or will my logic defeat the primeval yearning?
My body aches, begs for it.
Please, let me dance.
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Go dance your heart out, logic be damned.
Maybe dancing's the answer when one's longing for something more than the accidental brush and/or pressing of limbs, the momentary eye contact bearing nothing but false promises.
Just be wary of the weakening, debilitating desperation and loneliness when it all turns out there is nothing more beyond what the immediate gave you.
so Dance, Red! Dance like there's no tomorrow!!! :P
@siratalaga I decided not to dance that night. My spirit needed a different form of liberation, and from my weakened state, I am too vulnerable to act on.
Don't worry, I never go out dancing for hook-ups, whenever I go out to dance, which is pretty rare these days, it is to achieve the catharsis movement affords me. Dancing, for me, is a language, an expression, a mental trance played out physically to reach the equilibrium my spirit longs for.
This is why, when I do, my eyes are closed. Weary not to incite unmeant connections with random bodies seeking transient trysts.
I dance for myself, noone else. It is my personal poetry performed in 4 dimensions, and not some seductive trance seeking validation.
@Soltero Soon, I will. :)
...not some seductive trance seeking validation.
I envy your self-possession. Maybe that's why recently I've taken to dancing by myself. There is release, without the temptation of conflating others' mere glances or brushes for anything more than what they are.
@siratalaga I agree. Which is why I prefer to dance for myself. If there's a crowd, I would block them out. They're only circumstantial. What's essential is within. I've expounded on this in my other entries about dancing, namely Memory of a Dancer, and Faerie Friday.
i miss dancing in the old bed. when it was still just a hole in the wall. although my friends didn't believe moi, it was the dancing that brought me there. the smoke, thumping, sweat, and loud music brought you somewhere else. =)
@karla I actually miss that Bed more. Before the hype, and the statutory self-absorbed denizens. I came, too, for the dancing. Just the dancing. :)
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