The Dance

The flow,

The movement.

Hands,

Caressing the body.

Two bodies,

Moving as one.

Souls move,

As the feet glide.

Back and forth,

Spinning around.

Almost hitting,

The ground.

Picking up,

The pace.

Looking in to,

Her face.

The beauty,

And the flame.

In her eyes,

As time fly's,

They dance.

Until the sun,

Goes down.

And the moon,

Comes up.

i think i can say as of right now this poem here is one of my new favorites. the art of two people dancing can be the most beautiful site to see. no matter what style dance it may be. contemporary to even ball room dance. even a hip hop number. understand what i'm saying here? When two people move as one, they tell a story. Dancing is a form of art to me, the art of dance is a beautiful thing to watch. i think a number of people could agree with me, wouldn't you?