Before I knew who you were you had overtaken my body. With videos evidencing that at least as early as age 3, you operated me as if you were my puppet master. My feet moved so fast from position to position, onlookers laughed as you orchestrated within me what would become a lifetime love affair. Rather I will say love addiction because I just cant leave you alone.
Whether the music plays fast or slow, gleeful or gloomy, I can see movements in my head. I can see full choreography from beginning to end whether it be solos, duos, trios, I just go with the flow while you take me into your world. In this world there’s no cares, no worries, I just allow my body to express the inner emotions that are so often hidden. With passion I can display my anger, my gratefulness, my content, my infatuation, my inner being. You allow me to be me. No inhibitions, no facades, I can let it all hang loose through the movements to the melody, the off-beats, and syncopated rhythms. Sometimes we get so into it, we go a capella, naked and free from the constraints of music and time measures, we simply exist in a place time cannot constrain.
Movements from West Africa was what I learned first, flexed feet, limber backs and high energy. Then on to ballet, modern, hip-hop, jazz, latin dance, and some ballroom. Over 26+ years, you 've allowed me to date around within eyes reach, but never let me fall in love with another. I’ve sang, I’ve written, I’ve studied, I’ve drawn, but nothing compares to the yearning I feel when we’ve been a part too long. 3 years of law school couldn’t keep us away from one another, because even now, two years out, I long to replay our unique relationship. One of a kind, this desire is only fulfilled by a total submersion of you. Are you ready to try again? Let’s dance!
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