Burning it up

Play three songs and dance. That is fifteen minutes exercise most times or more with the lengths songs go to nowadays.

My choices this morning were Rihanna, Brothers Johnson, Lionel Ritchie and the Backstreet Boys, a mix of tempos pushing me and pulling me back, long sweeping steps that mimic lunges mixed with complicated patterns laid down in my caribbean blood.

I am helpless faced with music. I must move, must take a step or three. I instantly lose all contact with the outside world which is why I rarely listen to music in the background. For me, with music, the world becomes the background.

Every once in a while I encounter someone who surrenders to rhythms and music as much as I do and then the world catches fire. Dancing face to face, an inch apart hands pressing almost together on a cushion of aura, mirrors tied at the eyes, at all the chakras, never touching because there is no need, once you start to breathe each other's breath connection is established.

The best of my lovers have always been good dancers, following the intricate weave of passion with the easy glide and turn of the best tango, the total joining of mind and body flavoured well with spirit. There was one man I gave my heart to who will have a slice of it forever to wrap around his lonely bones, to lace through his soul until our next joint incarnations.

We always danced. A handshake flowered to a twirl and spin, a hug would take me off my feet, a simple walk became a pattern, changing places side to side, and laughing till tears were diamonds in our eyes and making love was indescribable heaven because there was no part where I was I and he was he there was only we, and distance made no difference to us until the night he died and I felt the links between us shatter, felt the fading of his touch and heard his whisper for the last time.

Of course I still dance. I did not die, become stone footed, and I no longer see his shadow from the corners of my eyes but at times I desperately miss those moments where we tried to dance on water, and sank, laughing bubbles, to the bottom of the pool
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