tarzan tanz

i have heard that for a couple that has stayed together for a while and where the two have built up trust with each other, you see them look in the same direction more than they look at each other. to my two o'clock dances a couple, white tanks and khaki shorts, with a calm energy that attracts my gaze and makes me beam with envy. the male looks into that meaningful space in front of his sight, the female sometimes into her partner's eyes, sometimes also just into empty air. yet behold the speechless harmony in their synchronized rhythms, their trained movements, their invisible sweat that shows itself only after the show is over. they keep going on and on, and i keep looking and looking.

to my 10 o'clock the female does not know where to look. the male cannot get enough of dancing, though, and he is ready to serenade the lady to his utmost capabilities, him being a rather small gentleman. their shuffling feet reveal a seemingly absentminded air that amuses but does not sufficiently touch.

you ready to move your dancing feet? i want you to join me, but promise me you will try to look into my eyes. just try. they've got to burn.