It’s possible that you’ve fallen in love with her already, because she lets it move like it does not move...
It started when you met her at the club last night. You saw her on the dancefloor and you thought, “My God, how can one be so smooth?” It was blood on the dancefloor as her red dress spilled on the center stage like the stained glasses at the Catholic Church.
Her sways made you think of angels.
As the music covered her with light, the sounds showed you the steps. You found yourself stepping to her.
Now I won’t say the disco stars were alluring, but certain things have to be said and I put it to you that those lights seemed to have beaconed you to the abode that was the shape of her dancing on the dancefloor to the song you had once thought boring.
Not last night though; last night will etch that song in your memory forever along with the curves that matched the rhythm and the blues.
You were like an alien beaconed to the mothership.
Disco lights like fishes of different colours swirling around you, you swam to her like an Olympiad, her electrifying pulsation shocking you like an eel. She was a slippery one to catch.
But she caught your eye.
And you wouldn’t let go.
You were Old Testament for that ‘eye for an eye’ – She caught your eye and now you just had to catch hers…
Who would have thought that the club music last night would sound like the Songs Of Solomon? Who would have thought that the night you gave up on love would be the night that you began it all again, with the memories faint and repressed?
Who would have thought that you would think to catch the eye of she who danced like something ethereal? You moved to the beat as you caught up to her lithe twirls. Catching up, coming up for some air, you whispered something to her at last, “Can I have this dance?”
It’s possible that you’ve fallen in love with her already. You still don’t know why she gave a chance.
You still don’t know why you gave him a chance.
You danced like flames, setting off the fire alarms in the club and there was no need telling that everyone thought you were hot.
You knew he knew you were hot.
Those steps that you had learned to take ever so lightly, my dear, they made him trip to you in awe – dancing all the way.
You saw him all the way; the way he looked at you, the way his eyes lit up all over your body (reaching deep into your soul when he looked in your eyes), almost like the eyes of all the other men at the club last night. The difference was, his eyes filled with desire were matched with his body’s actions as he spun to you.
You could tell – it was obvious; he wanted to have you.
So you want to play with fire? You had thought, not knowing that he was floating. Little did you know that you would feel the scorching of affection too. Didn’t you hear that love hurts, baby? Maybe it does and maybe it doesn’t, but love did touch you last night.
Love is love, dearie, there really could not be much explanation for the fall. How can I explain how the two of you strangers found love in the club?
Was it the win? It could have been, but you drank as you moved – light.
Was it the music? Nah… I watched you two fall in love and I can swear that you made up your own tunes as you went.
He made up new moves. You made up new moves. The centre stage of the disco lights was all yours as the rest of the club moved around you two like an actual ball in one of the fairytales where the prince and his bride danced in the middle of a circle.
The love in the air was palpable.
You still don’t know why you let him have the dance, but he surely did own like that dance with you just like he owned his own personality.
When he held your waist like it was his and he woke up every morning to find you upon him, you couldn’t help thinking that maybe you should be his.
How many people could even fit like this?
White and red swirled around and around the dancefloor – his white shirt holding onto your red dress – until you decided that you needed to sit down for a bit and let your souls know each other.
You weren’t surprised when he went to order the exact same cocktail you would have ordered at the bar. There really was no need for a talk with this man, the way your bodies stirred richly in the dance, your souls were already intertwined.
You must have met him in another life.
It’s possible that you’ve fallen in love with him already. The night was young and so were the hearts beating in the chests of you two. I could tell you how two hearts became one so fast but, believe me, it is not the words that would sense to the Greek.
You’re still in love as I speak. Poets may reel this tale: with no words, lovers fell in love, to the beat – again.
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