The Line

The Line



They dance,
each on their own side
of the line.

He, on his side,
she, on hers.
Each dancing close
to the line between,
then falling back.

Daring to approach
the clear demarcation
between male and female.

Circling
and weaving...
An ancient rhythm sets the tempo
as they dip and swirl.

Until
in an instant
they touch.

And the line is forever
blurred.





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