I Remember Challenge

[Angela]

I remember the Cha-Cha, our arms opening and closing together, our bodies a mirrored turning one.

I remember the Waltz, spinning, looking over one another’s shoulders, pretending to be aloof.

I remember the Paso Doble; you hypnotized me with an invisible cape, and in the end I seemed to die in your arms.

I remember the Swing, as we moved like happy gymnasts, and I became weightless in your arms.

I remember my dresses, black and red, ruffles, golden chiffon, feathers, all so fitted, so restrained, and how we glowed on the floor.

I remember the frame we formed with our arms, steady, strong, mutually supportive, balanced, and true; all the things that you were not.

 

Thank you, Bill L. for your words on fiction and truth.

[Bill Floyd]

Dance as the delirium of romance, reality when the music stops.  Thanks for reminding us of both.   

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

I loved this.  The last line brought it all back to reality. 

[Mike Handley]

It IS a great take on the challenge. Wonderful. I expected no less from you.

[Teresa]

Oh yes, dance floor moves can so lie.  And cologne and clothes and hair and makeup.  What a great take on the challenge.