Solo dancing

She always thrived in the night, it was as though all the scenes of day and their ravenous weights simply lifted with the engulfing darkness. This particular one she found herself on the roof of the house, ecstatic, mostly from the thought of temporary bliss that repressed the emotions within. Taking a deep breath, other several ones... She leaps from her feet as if at dance with an imaginary being, the grace at her landing severely poised like he actually held her by the waist, afraid she'd break.

By and by, the leaves from the overhang trees glowed with every other one of her twirls and more and more the hands in hers come to life with that man right Infront of her. It must've been a feat for the eyes as they pranced about each other, two tigers growling from ill repressed hunger, muffled roars of wanting satiety, conscious movements with light faded moments, some of total and absolute euphoria each relinquished to the mercies of the other, a different one and you see them break apart, their touching only just barely. Heavy chested duo, vulnerable, untrusting, mute... Maybe from too much beauty, maybe just from too much pain. Hands apart, slowly the leaves fade away, their light drained by every other one of her teasing taps. When it's all gone and her love lost, dawn breaks in her eyes, the cool morning breeze carrying away her tears.