The Dance

He dropped his towel. And walked into her arms. The embrace locked two bodies. It locked time. As the hands of the clock ticked, their hands moved around. It spoke of a different time zone. A time where communication did not need words. It did not need eyes. The lips played harmonica and their feet glided in motion. Lips were in sync with feet, and they dove into an emotion rarely experienced before. Clapton clapped. Vincent was left starry-eyed. Martin swayed. And within that unchained melody, they got chained. Trapped between minutes, they spent a lifetime.

They opened their eyes and said goodbye.


6 thoughts on “The Dance

  1. It really felt like reading a dance, of two souls. What I don’t understand is, why do the characters in most of your posts say goodbye.

  2. Awww!! you felt bad so you offend instead of defend. It’s okay! I know u too well. And u know me well too! Thats why u also know that I was right! So don’t try a low blow! 😀

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