Ecstasy in Motion

Naked. I stood - staring at my translucent reflection in the window as the sun pierced it’s rays through the blinding glass and landed in skewed directions on my skin. I saw myself, looked down upon it all – exposed, vulnerable, wanting, craving… intimacy. Reflections affording momentary distraction from the torment. Lost in the glare, I closed my eyes, pressed the volume up, found escape in its finest form and danced with abandon.

There is a freedom in those moments that language cannot hold. My arms moved like liquid spilling from an overfull cup, seamless and fluid, flowing with the air around me as though underwater and somehow breathing. Inhibition dissolved. My body stirred, my soul answered.

Lost and found in the same breath. Want and have, crave and receive, granted. Ecstasy woven into movement. Once you surrender, truly surrender, there is no return. It consumes you whole. My hands pressed into my hips, sliding with the sway of the rhythm. Up my torso, over my face, then thrust into the air - pleasure and frustration colliding in one electric gesture.

And then, like a coat laid gently on cold shoulders… I felt the energy arrive from behind. First the shadow, then the warmth. The warmest shadow I’ve ever known. I wrapped my arms around my chest, bracing, yearning, and was met, wholly received.

Still for a moment, I turned. Eyes lifted. Hands raised. My fingers slipped into the shadow of yours, the only truth I know, the one that makes the rest of reality fall away.

Melted together, tangible and intangible, we became. The sun’s rays struck us both, crafting a mirage of heaven across the glass. Timeless. Endless. In that union, I could dance forever.