Fluid

Fluid

I saw her dancing

And like a smooth roller skater

He slid across to meet her in one swift move

To embrace her

And with each drop, notes splashed

Toes began to twitch and shoes began to click

As hips swayed to a beat that began to take form

A song, only they knew too well

Here it comes…

Spellbound to the music that evokes all emotions

Woooooo

The rhythm is in the dancing: Swoosh!

Here it comes…

[Randy Crawford croons, ‘Purple Rain’]

And she smiles as drops turn to showers

Her neck arches back in greeting, in surrender

Effortlessly, he spins her as the music takes over

Drawn to the vibration… a need…

To become fluid, to become one 

One note

One song

One dance

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

©2017

- Circle of Poets' challenge: An ekphrastic poem -