by
Dani Benjamin
Each on their own side...
Of the line...
He, on his side...
She, on hers...
Each dancing close...
To the line between...
Then falling back.
Daring to approach...
The clear demarcation...
Between male and female.
Circling...
Weaving...
An ancient rhythm sets the tempo...
As they dip and swirl...
Until...
In an instant...
They touch.
And the line is forever...
Blurred.
