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Dragons of Night

The Dance

Charlie Dorsett (they/she)

Jan 1, 2013

She dances. He dances. One in body, form, and action. His face set in her smile, her eyes painted over his. The rhythm, the motions, guided by the music, driving her deeper into the trance.

The room swells like a sea at the tug of the moon, receding like a tide forsaking the beach.

Light filtered through her skin, he was no longer there. Life glittered through her skin, she was no longer there. Only the dance remained. Her arms, prayers to the heaven. Her legs, freedom from earth.

Beat, the drum moved her. Beat, her heart moved her. The beat took hold of the room. Many danced as one. The heat of their breath caressing their skin. Clothes slid over their bodies.

The light wove them together with the pulse of the music. One body, groaning together for the release of joy. One heart, bound in the moment, crying out for a place called home. One Spirit, feeling the fullness of the moment.

The shadows howl outside. The darkness looks through the window. The dancer hears and sees, but there is no fear in the dance.