It's hard to capture our movement, the intimacy of the simple motions, of hands in contact with each other. Palms, fingers, backs of hands, wrists touching and shifting, arms crossing and uncrossing without losing contact. Slowly we make our way so that we turn each other around, shift around each other, rolling, spinning, curling. We do not move our hands apart.
The intimacy and artistry of this are overwhelming. Her nail polish has sparkles embedded in it and her hands are a little smaller than mine, but a comfortable fit. They move in bright flashes, shifting, and I can't tell who is leading, or what is leading. Our eyes follow our hands. I follow. Everything continues to grow in emotion and energy as the music continues. We lose awareness of the people around us for a long time.
This is dancing. This is a new definition of as close as you can get to someone.
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