How To Dance Without Touching

The serpentine rhythm of the tango begins

And you extend the invitation.

I give you my hand and

You quickly withdraw yours.

Your fingers curve across my back,

Dig in for a firmer grip

And my response is fear.

I smell your sweat

Like damp fishes

Living in dark curling rivers

Along the sides of your face,

On the nape,

Streambeds traveling your forehead,

Collecting in the notch of your chest.

Taunting me.

Of its own accord, my face

Lays down in the crook of your neck.

But our bodies do not touch.

I lift my head;

You don’t smile but meet my eyes

With the barest widening of the whites.

For once, I don’t look away.

My hand encircles your neck.

You shift my weight, our legs intermingle.

No good can come of this.

Source: How To Dance Without Touching

(image used with permission from http://www.morguefile.com)

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