Speaking without words

I went to a bachata dance social tonight

My knowledge of bachata is nada

I was intimidated to say the least

So I stuck to the side, lurking in the shadows

And I struck up conversation with Angus

Like the beef, he said

And I thought, gosh that’s great

What a way to meet

I was curious

So my conversation was in flow

What is it you like about dancing?

He said it’s speaking without words

Knowing what they want

How they feel

It’s a language

And when you get fluency

It’s ecstasy

There seemed to be so much intimacy

So I asked him to explain it to me

He said, sensuality is this safe cocoon

You’re held in one another

Organic in flow

And sexuality

Is this pull towards each other

Electricity

You can have sensuality without sexuality

But never the other

I was struck by his enthusiasm

And the states he was describing

I said I spent years thinking meditation was on the mat

But it’s here on the floor

I’d ignored this part of me for so long

I felt vulnerable

To be seen in my flaws

Maybe I couldn’t do it

And then he said dancing is a conversation

And I knew I’d been doing that all along