Destruction of a Dance

Destruction of a Dance


A dance – a tango at the end of a long hard day
Passionate and quick – moving on you tip-toes
Closer and closer moving round echother
Trying to come together, closer and closer
A perfect moment, a perfect movement – and yet so fragile

An explosion from no where and you fly across the room
A world of distance stands between the dancers
Where did it come from – why couldn’t we stop it?
The moment – the love, feeling so conditional, dissipates
As pain, anguish, and blame encroach

The only dance now it that of tears and tongues
Once again passionate and quick – moving on you tip-toes
But now a new directive, she fights to be heard – he fights to feel he pleases her
Blame dances around mouths and escapes lips, hitting echother with devastating fury
Closer and close,r moving round echother – but this time to destroy
Should one win the other looses, they battle not wanting to looses – but not wanting to win either
Efforts to stop are futile
But then the pace slows – the dance stops – they sleep alone

Now no dance, no passion, no fight
A whole – a distance – silent anger – apparent resentment
Efforts to reconcile are futile, forgiveness apparently an unattainable goal
The love still feels conditional and so far away
All for nothing – no one won, they are both still loosing
Loosing themselves, loosing echother

The only dance now is the dance of tears – they sleep alone.

Good Imagery.

Wow..very powerful!