a_casual_elegance in a silent way eight or nine years ago, i was sitting in the dj booth at the bar i used to hang out at on friday nights, while sean navigated the gulf between the indie rock he considered hip and of-the-moment, and the pop_music he despised but almost everyone else wanted to hear. he would gradually reveal himself to be a piss-poor excuse for a friend, but on this night we hadn't made it that far yet. my eyes found a girl on the dance floor and then had a difficult time drifting away from her. she had short dark hair. she was wearing blue jeans and a black_and_white striped sweater. she danced without a partner. her moves were not expansive or studied, but there was something about her. a kind of casual elegance. she smiled to herself in a way that made it look like she was enjoying a private joke. i wanted to walk over to her and tell her i loved the way she moved. i wouldn't ask to join her. i didn't want to disturb the sanctity of her solitary dance. i wanted her to know she was beautiful. that was all. i ran through different scenarios in my head. she would smile, thank me, and that would be it. or she would invite me to dance with her, and i would get to soak up a little bit of her magic. or she would look at me like i was some hideous creature who'd just crawled out of the swamp. in the end, i didn't have the guts to say anything to her at all. i think about her every once in a while. i never knew her name or anything about her, but i remember her cherubic face, the stripes of her sweater, the curves of her body beneath the fabric, and the way she danced, adrift in a sea of sweat-flecked bodies and at the same time apart from them. i've never seen anyone else move like that. it's the way you dance when you have nothing to hide. 130116 ... unhinged i've never seen anyone else move like that. it's the way you dance when you have nothing to hide. when you are busy at work, your back is turned to me. no_wasted_movement but you glide back and forth. i watch intently, memorizing the way your limbs move under your clothes. memories of you naked superimposed. you probably feel me staring (you know exactly where i'm sitting). you turn your head towards me and one eye, one side of your mouth, smiles at me. heart_pang lust_pang something about you stills my trembling heart. you come over to me and without a word you offer me your hand. i take it without question. there is nothing else in the universe but the meeting of our skin where our hands clasp each_other building rather than destroying loving rather than weeping gentle rather than violent and that is just the way we are, without prodding, without practice 130116 ... unhinged child_elegance 130117 what's it to you? who go blather from