Dance of a lifetime
They are older now
One step at a time
They dance without music
Their breathing the only sound
She is lifted
tossed
turned
caught and thrown
and caught again...
The relationship develops
And deteriorates
and recovers
among crying babies
and laughing children
They call them mum and dad
They keep dancing
with their pillows
then lie
with their heads
on them
to make love
More sinisterly
later on
they turn the pillowslips
into blindfolding hoods
Their battle ends
with a hug
They dance without music
Their breathing the only sound
A feverish dance
of a relationship
that nears
breaking point
but survives
A dance of mutual
dependency
trapped
in a rectangle of light
each elbowing
for a place
of their own
in the well deserved
spotlight
Falling apart
and coming together
everyday
in this endless
dance of a lifetime
She is on all four
skittering around
like some crushable insect
She rolls
lies on her back
He runs to her
She picks up a brass rod
and twirls it like a baton
Slashing it
and twisting it through the air
Turning it into a weapon
He moves cautiously back
Picking his camera
from his pocket
And flash photographing her
repeatedly
They dance without music
Their breathing the only sound
Water pouring
over each other
Sinking slowly
to the floor
before he rises
in a panic
Shaking
and lifting up
her apparently lifeless body
Blacked out
A few minutes
of darkness
A rich
tantalising brief moment
of his fear
on her lips
She then stirs
A tiny fluttering
of her bare feet
He stands up
and they dance again
with swiftness
and precise control
of their movements
Body against body
like clockwork
Under her bare hands
she feels
his fearless physicality
Her eyes full
of dazzling
intense
energy
and yearning
for expressive plasticity
