What was swift staccato movements of unpredictability is now sweet swaying rhythms in harmony.

What was clinched fist and fear of losing is now open palms. I am here to hold you (and also here to let you fly).

What was uneasy, rigid concern of miss-stepping is now opening to spirit and letting it move as she will if we allow.

What was tight and clenched throat is now open song and joining melodies interwoven with laughter.

What was uptight and undeserving of pleasure is now open and sensual and yesssss.

What was fear of ceasing movement and losing momentum is now purposeful pause; deep eye gazing; synchronistic heartbeats and soul connecting.

What was constantly pursuing is now open to being chosen.

What was one way tunnel vision is now two way liberation.

What was doubt is now trust

That dance has informed my steps to now. To me. To you.

That dance is done.

May I have this one?