Even as I realise this is happening – and this is happening – my lungs seize and it’s as though all the blood rushes away from my core and tries to quick-pulse itself out through my skin, leaving my fingertips tingling, my head buzzing with a faint, pulsating rush, and my feet as though they’re trying to step free from the bounds of gravity.
The world shrunk to the size of the two of us, and the glitter sparks bouncing off the walls, the floor, the limbs of other dancers, just serve to add to the atmosphere of magic and light, which envelops us in a rich, swirling darkness I know I need never fear.
She steps closer; her skin luminous in rainbow hues under the ever-changing disco-technics, the tilt of her head and the weft and flick of her hair turning me to melting butter, her fragrance (floral, spicy-sweet and intoxicating, mixed with a deeper musk all her own) and the shine in her eyes arresting me completely, leaving me powerless and trembling as her hand reaches for mine. Somehow my hand reaches back – an automaton; clammy, trembling, terrified of the suddenness of life and of the absolute certainty that I will never, ever come back from this – and connects with hers; then the world stops, and all at once I am untethered, unboundaried and flying through space, my heart exploding into nebulas as she holds my gaze, keeping me pinioned to just her, and she beams.
I am no longer my own, but hers, and the slightest pressure from her fingertips unlocks the moment as we begin to sway together, saturated in music, the rhythm flooding into our bones as we move ever closer, further into dizzying free-fall where anything seems possible and I could move planets for her sake; for this drenching, heart-shaking moment I never saw coming.
I’m still breathing…she’s still smiling…lights still dazzling as we move closer…holding me…pulse stampeding…drum and bass pounding our skin…world fading…no meaning but this…this kiss…this moment…this moment is pinnacle.
This week’s prompt was BEAMS