DREAM DANCE

Nothing can explain
what takes place
when I dance.
Perhaps I dance
because I dream
that I dance
into the cells of your body.

Untethered to time,
I breathe for two,
connected as one
to the high tide
of a solitary orbit.
We are united
not only by silent fingertips,
but by a seductive rhapsody,
long forgotten
but now remembered.
A consummate joy is born
and immersed
in the measureless freedom
of purified,
unadulterated movement.

The air is rich
with the fragrance of rhythm
and the tempo of youth,
jostled by memories
from another time and place.

Music unlocks my soul.
Dance unlocks my passion.
Both are poured out
like fine wine,
in a syncopated pattern
of effortless undulations
that evolve in the fullness of time,
from the mesh of my being,
beyond my body's edge,
to the core of your shadow.

I always listen for your music,
but in its absence, I dream,

and when I dream,
we are one again.

When I dream...
we dance.

© JOHN PISCATELLA