To Dance Amidst the Stones (872 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 2 on 13 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by TaK (View user info) at 2004-07-06 12:25:35 EDT
Honey, can you see us dancing?
We look wonderful, all dressed in black with white trim, matched and matching as if we were stripped from the same rock of creation to form two separate halves.
You are wearing the most vicious pair of solid black high heels I have ever seen. Their arches are so severe your calves stay tense even when you are still, a deep cut runs up the side of your leg and disappears beneath the shimmering black of your dress. The dress itself comes to your ankles but is split up the outside of your left leg, and is strapless, exposing your shoulders to the night air. Your hair is up in a fancy bun so that your neck is open from nape to throat, and the dress is cut low in the back, showing your dip all the way from between your shoulder blades to just above your dimples.
You wear black gloves that come up to the middle of your biceps, and where they stop there is a ring of some sort of fine hair, almost like strands of silk. There is a pink rose resting behind your right ear, contrasting the black of your dress with the cream of your skin.
You smell of the rose and of some alluring scent I cannot name.
I am wearing a black suit with white beneath and a solid black tie. My shoes are of the deepest onyx and shine, displaying us from ground to sky in a reflection of our clarity. My hair is slicked back and I stand across from you, stilling the dance for a beat and extending the hand that is not behind my back, beckoning for you to join me.
You click across the bare wood floor of the ballroom and we come together in tandem with the drums that are beating softly from everywhere, from everything. They grow and begin to speed up, and we match our sways from left to right with them, our feet moving in unison. You are twirled beneath my arm and then bent at the back, at your dimples, resting your wait on my arm before allowing me to raise you back up and bury your face in the hollow of my neck.
The ballroom is clean and deserted; we are the only moving things in this place. We glide and step, sway and caress, dancing because there is no other way to deal with this feeling...this feeling...
We have to get it out, we have to move, and the drums apparently know this as well as our hearts for they begin to speed up yet again, growing ever louder.
We move with them, the three of us coercing the night to breathe, to tell us what enchantment this is and how it came to pass.
And as we dance, the world flickers like a television losing a signal, the ballroom seems to flash away into swaying green but is back again and solid before either of us can be sure it changed at all.
We dance. We dance this feeling out.
And as we dance, the flickering world becomes a blinking world that in turn becomes a slowly flashing world, subsiding into the swaying green and solidifying when the flashes last settle. Soon the ballroom is no more, the hard wood floor has become dirt beneath our feet, and the swaying green we've viewed through the flickers is nothing more than a forest of trees surrounding this circle enclosed in rock, this circle in which we continue to dance.
The last thing to fade is our attire, becoming from suit and dress to jeans and t-shirt, bare feet and messy hair. The dust rises where we step and our skins are coated with a then layer of dirt, tracked and paved through with running drops of sweat.
And we dance. Like primitives, we dance this feeling out.
Outside of the circle I can see the many forms and shapes of the dark beings that have crept up to our circle intent on having us, but at the circle they stop. They dare not intrude on this power we are weaving, though if we were to stop dancing the power would cease in time with the drums. Their eyes glow with the light we cast, and in that light their eyes pain them.
We are apart now, separated by distance but entwined nonetheless. Our arms are stretched out to our sides and the ground shakes with the simpleton's stomping of our feet. Hunched at the back we pound the ground like apes, beating our message to the skies.
Like simple minds, we are dancing this feeling out.
A light of the purest white has formed between us in a ball no bigger than an apple. It hangs in the air like the planets and rotates gently with the movements of our palms. The dance speeds to a maniacal pace, our faces crease with exertion.
The dark things seem to move closer, but it is of no consequence, for the light is growing and taking on shape. It has filled our circle of stones and continues, pushing the demons back like a strange gravity.
Above us I can see the moon, watching with a smile.
Tonight we are dancing. We are dancing away our devils in the pale moonlight.
The light pushes and the music grows, our feet pounding and shuffling. The light forms the ballroom again, and the dirt beneath our feet fills in from walls to center with hardwood.
Our clothes are gone and replaced again in the elegant black and white, our faces and arms and legs clear of dirt like a movie being rewound while still playing, and we dance along our way, uninhibited, secure, free...
...to dance this feeling out.
To show the dark what it is to move through light, to prove the white over the black and keep this dance sacred and pure.
We dance now against the ills so that we may dance forever in the right.
Can You See Us Dancing Pie?
User Reviews
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-09-21 23:34:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
First time I've ever rated anything off the Uberboard. Nice.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-07-07 10:51:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-07-07 10:10:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Cystmaster, you are a whore.
Submitted by euripidestrousers (user info) at 2004-07-06 15:50:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-07-06 14:49:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
aahh...I need to get off work...
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-07-06 14:20:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Amazing, amazing, amazing.
Submitted by Anjie (user info) at 2004-07-06 13:28:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome.... I know people hate song lyrics, but this made me think of this song and now it's in my head. Hopefully I won't be the only one.
When the sun goes down
On my side of town
That lonesome feeling
Comes to my door
The whole world turns blue
There's a rundown bar
Cross the railroad tracks
I've got a table for two
Way in the back
Where I sit alone
And think of losing you
I spend most every night
Beneath the light
Of this neon moon
If you lose your one and only There's always room here for the lonely
To watch your broken dreams Dance in and out of the beams Of a neon moon
I think of two young lovers
Running wild and free
I close my eyes
And sometimes see
You in the shadows
Of this smoke-filled room
No telling how many tears
I've sat here and cried
Or how many lies
That I've lied
Telling my poor heart
She'll come back someday
Oh, but I'll be alright
As long as there's light
From a neon moon
If you lose your one and only There's always room here for the lonely To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams Of a neon moon
The jukebox plays on
Drink by drink
The words of every sad song
Seem to say what I think
This hurt inside of me
Ain't never gonna end
Oh, but I'll be alright
As long as there's light
From a neon moon
If you lose your one and only There's always room here for the lonely To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams Of a neon moon
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
Brooks & Dunn - Neon Moon
Submitted by conrad (user info) at 2004-07-06 13:27:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very good indeed - it's nice to see some proper work on here at last.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-07-06 13:16:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*sigh* i need some romance in my life.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2004-07-06 13:03:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Anything could happen when your sick and twisted little mind is in proper teeming mode.
Submitted by NetProphet (user info) at 2004-07-06 12:53:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Mmm... dancing pies...
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-07-06 12:50:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Watcha mean loki?
Were you afraid the demons would get us?
KICK DEMON ASS!!
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2004-07-06 12:34:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
For a while there, I was afraid of where this was going.