The Dance




They move, entwined,

They beat as one,

Choreographed yet freed.

Their breath conjoins,

Their eyes arrest,

And diverted souls bleed.

Their hunger mute,

Their need held close

An incendiary glance.

Their hands intense,

Their souls attached,

But today they only dance.


Inspired by this painting by Leonid Afremov that hangs on my wall at home.


About Nicola Auckland

Busy wife to one & mum to two. I've caught the creative writing bug, now need to practice, get awesome and write something worth reading. Simples.
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12 Responses to The Dance

  1. Little Voice says:

    Great painting, but even more powerful verse.


  2. thebrunetteinthepinkscarf says:

    I love this painting! Very exquisite! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Meritings says:

    I love the poem and wish I’d written it. I love the painting and am considering coming over to steal it!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. trE says:

    I had someone tell me that they fancied dancing as being sexless sex. I didn’t get it until much later, but reading this, conjured up the saying again. Great writing.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. calensariel says:

    I’ve spent enough time watching So You Think You Can Dance I figure it’s really like that! Great job!


  6. magarisa says:

    Beautifully captivating!

    Liked by 1 person

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