A Dance

Bodies, synchronized in movement and flair

That sensual rhythm vibrating in the air

Roving hands...and legs...and feet

Delicately swaying, to no real beat

Writhing, gyrating across the space

Still flowing at one steady pace

Tangled limbs and sweaty beings

 Except for their movements, their minds unseeing

A musky scent fills the room

As fever heats the already too hot flames

Fueled by who. what or whom

Remains to be answered. as well as the question of their names

But to ask any of these questions would devastate the sheer mystery of the dance,

Which  no one dares,

The dance continuing with far more heat than one can bare

No one wanting to disturb the beautifully hypnotizing trance

And as their lyrical movements intensify,

(Becoming so intense that only gravity, they cannot defy,

And even that they come pretty close to)

For their audience, this silent banter will not do