Darkness envelopes us here behind the curtain, her soft caress upon my shoulder. Rich and tangy, the sweat and talc in the air. We watch as soldiers march through their paces, saluting and stepping high, extending into flight. Faster and faster they spin, blurring into red and black swirls, our gaze transfixed. A pose struck and quick bow, they rush off stage chased by the thunder of applause.
Our cue, she rises gracefully in my arms, taking her place above my head as we step into the light. Slow and regal, our procession to center stage. Sliding down my form, she pauses as I retreat to the shadows, her silent guardian once more.
A sharp gasp cuts the air, as in her first furtive movements, she unfolds the full beauty of her flower, masked in gold. Tantalizing whispers through sheer fabric, her arms play a slow enchanting rhythm on the air. Writhing movements begin and end in mystery , on bated breath. A beautiful frenzy at its crescendo, stirs a hurricane within my chest.
Under my watchful eyes, she delights the audience, with a dance I dream is for me. Lost in her enchantment, time slips by, en pointe. Her eyes never meet mine until the last throes lay her panting, wrapped in my waiting arms, lifting her among the stars from whence she fell. We blend back into the recesses of the night.
Abruptly we part, a quick peck, as she withdrawls to prepare for her next piece to appease the covetous assembly. My heart waits backstage, for the day she will leave the stage only to dance for me.
Our cue, she rises gracefully in my arms, taking her place above my head as we step into the light. Slow and regal, our procession to center stage. Sliding down my form, she pauses as I retreat to the shadows, her silent guardian once more.
A sharp gasp cuts the air, as in her first furtive movements, she unfolds the full beauty of her flower, masked in gold. Tantalizing whispers through sheer fabric, her arms play a slow enchanting rhythm on the air. Writhing movements begin and end in mystery , on bated breath. A beautiful frenzy at its crescendo, stirs a hurricane within my chest.
Under my watchful eyes, she delights the audience, with a dance I dream is for me. Lost in her enchantment, time slips by, en pointe. Her eyes never meet mine until the last throes lay her panting, wrapped in my waiting arms, lifting her among the stars from whence she fell. We blend back into the recesses of the night.
Abruptly we part, a quick peck, as she withdrawls to prepare for her next piece to appease the covetous assembly. My heart waits backstage, for the day she will leave the stage only to dance for me.
She danced for eighteen years, married for thirteen since.
Love and sacrifice take a bow, together.
Stage.
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44 comments:
Excellent piece. Congratulations.
Lucky man! Reminds me of how Tom Selleck met and married one of the cast of "CATS". Thirteen years? I've got 2 on you.
Kat
I know you love your wife more than words. It shows on both your faces. It's a beautiful thing.
Can't say the same for the image of you in tights though. I'd throw in a Nutcracker joke here but even I won't go there. Wait. Ah, rats...
-DF
Lovely tribute to the bond and love you have for each other and for the stage.
It is nice to see such devotion to your wife and children! So many men could take lessons from you! What day is this? LOL!
That was outstanding-- truly beautiful.
All I can do is sigh and smile. Love is grand.
This truly speaks to the adoration you have for your wife.
As the years go on, so the bonds grow stronger and deeper. Nice work on this one.
So tender . . . may you dance to your hearts' content for many many more years!
Cheers!
As all have noted, a great piece. Glad you still have such passion after thirteen years. An example for many.
Both subtle and obvious. Nice.
I do like that image too.
I can only think of one word to descripe your post, Brian. Incomparable.
Wow...warms my heart!
Life is a stage sometimes...
Breath-taking...:)
xoxo
That was so lovely. In our daily lives we often spend time complaining about our spouses. It's so refreshing to read about praise and love.
Love, and love of the dance shine. -Jayne
This is a lovely piece, Brian. Your wife is one lucky girl. Best wishes for a life long dance.
Brian, encore! Then take a bow, m'boy!'Twas a most excellent work!
Life is a dance and she chose Life. I'm sure when asked she'll say it's been no sacrifice at all! You danced, too?! Another layer revealed. Love it!
I loved the pic, reminded me of a Degas painting. I remembered that your wife was a dancer . .Did you dance as well? You're such a romantic! Rare commodity in men these days.
OH, this was beautiful!
Great post! Thanks for stopping by!
Hi! Brian,
All the words...have been spoken!...
...and the "bond" that "bind(s)" you,with her (your wife) and your two sons, for 13 years.
Brian said,"Rich and tangy, the sweat and talc in the air."
Ahhh!...Once again, words to make me think of "The Stage" and
the theatre.
By the way, very descriptive piece that you have written.
Brian, Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Time is short today so a quick explanation and i'll be back to check out your comments and visit a few more this evening.
My senior year of college the dance department had a lack of male dancers. Courting my wife at the time...well...the crusty old Croatian with a mouth that would make a sailor blush that taught all the ballet classes appealed to the boyfriends (bribed) to come a couple times a week and lift the dancers. not terribly hard labor...of course when performance rolled around...i did a character piece (ballroom dancing) and i was my wife's partner in Arabian. No tights, mind you. just sheer billowy pants and a rather small vest. and now you have the rest of the story...
So beautiful Brian!
wow congrats
Wonderful tribute to love and sacrifice. Me and my man, we've been doing that for 36 years now.
Very nice Brian. What a lucky woman your wife is to have such a romantic man. Congrats on thirteen years of dancing on the stage of marriage.
Beautiful peace, Brain, as always.
You and your wife have an enduring love that most crave, congrats!
beautiful
Brian, Arabian is a fave ( but then again, so is the Nutcracker...the ballet, the ballet )....of course, you knew that...
Lovely and touching story. The two of you are doing the dance of life now. It too, can sometimes be on point. Well done. r
Thoughts beyond words.....wow....thank you for sharing a piece of yourself.
Beautiful, evocative piece. Lucky girl and lucky you!
That is incredibly, indubitobobally romantic.
"My heart waits backstage, for the day she will leave the stage only to dance for me." Love that line.
As for the rest... Thanks to your vivid description, I envy you and mourn for her previous audience.
Almost forgot: I loved the photo as well!
Whew.
Unbelievable...how you keep on taking my breath away with words that are so poetic, so magical...Your wife must be extraordinary :)
I would believe you to be a reincarnation of Shakespeare, if it weren't for the fact that you write better
wow!
wow I can see it all happening in front of my eyes. You have a gift for writing!
how lovely
I could feel the love you share with your wife. What a romantic story to tell!
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