Softly intense rhythmic beauty and individuality, yet muted bodies blurring into each other as their shadows cast shapes unimaginable to the ordinary.
Simultaneously melting and reforming whilst maintaining their rock hard exterior, throwing their bodies from large platforms onto the shaking ground below.
This is beauty greater than any woman I have known, stronger than any giant I have faced and more powerful than the worlds spilling out from my guts. This beauty is dance.
Yoooooooo not a depressing poem for once! I wrote this about a dance performance I saw about a month ago now - it was absolutely incredible. The company was called motion house hence the name of the poem.