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.
The Dance
The Dance
The Dance
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.