Dance Comment to Alcor

Me and you,

it’s Dance.

You and I,

it’s Beauty.

Your step:

mine.

My eyes:

yours.

Your look:

mine.

My lips:

yours.

Rhytm,

beating,

constantly,

music interwoven

with sounds,

invisible,

imperceptible

vibration,

Harmonious neurons

(atoms of immortal Psyche?)

In constant

conversation.

Intimate,

intense

interaction

of separate,

intimate

twins.

So close

they become one.

they know

each other,

more than

humanly

possible.

And,

the more distant

and divided,

through fiery

transubstantiation

and intense visceral pain,

the neurons

seek each other out.

Synapses,

imperceptible and invisible,

pactching

the empty distances.

and, now,

the shireking

disharmony

of Passion

-chess like-

-black and white-

illuminating,

blowing,

uplifting,

light and slight,

Dance of Love.