Two frames in sensual embrace
Firm, flexible, a sublime haze
Mystical motes of sumptuous motion
Follow magical limbs through liquid space
Elusive entanglement, a whimsical trick
Emotion incarnate, a casual flick
A connection, a hope, a unification
To the eternally languid slow-quick-quick
Head blurs, a cacophony of hair
Back arches, a whiplash of air
Round and round the pirouette goes
A masterful lead can turn lead into gold
Action reaction, precise and pristine
Accelerate decelerate, strings unseen
A scant inch between head and floor
Then soaring up through the cosmic door
With feline balance she wheels and cavorts
To his magician's spells and genie's taunts
A binary star pulsating with soul
Orbiting throughout this grand black hole
They gaze at each other, refined and poised
His back she caresses, with her shoulders he toys
What do they ponder, these masters of grace?
How did they evolve to this exquisite state?
It seems they are scholars, here to teach
A mode of discourse bereft of speech
In an infinite vocabulary nuanced with fire
With which to express an ardent desire
They liberate us from our gadgets and chains
Show us new vistas, new pleasures and terrains
They proffer the quill to learn under their direction
The art to sculpt fluid form, weave scintillating function
Against a velvety narrative the play unfolds
A dexterous script that begs to be told
To a rapt audience eager to escape
Into a dazzling stupor from which none want to wake
I have journeyed afar, beheld Latin sights
From Galapagos beasts to Andean heights
But no less fortuitous was I to chance a look
Upon the wondrous rapture that is Brazilian Zouk
Chan Rahman, 2010
(dedicated to Sarah Gibbons & Marcos Fonseca)