In A Flash
In a flash – in a brief, starlet moment – under the lights and sound, they were brilliant: they were the debonair and the beautiful, and for every moment from that time forward, we loved them.
We watched with eyes ablaze as they danced for us. They were graceful as they swayed through the darkness – the lights following them like some love-sick boy on the playground chasing after his new-found girl. But it was strangely sensuous how they moved, never touching one another but always close. I wanted to be them; I wanted to feel the energy that they embodied. There was an energy that came from them that I wanted to harness and take as my own and be so much a part of it. I was enamored of them, and I wanted them to love me, too.
All of us gathered together, huddled close as though we were protecting ourselves from the cold; and we watched. We could not touch them; they were to us too delicate. I felt a hand on my arm, but I did not look to see who it was there beside me. They held fast to me, and I protected them in some way as we stared, mesmerized by the dancing and the lithe movements – and the brilliance.
“Dance,” I whispered. It had only meant to be in my head. There were gasps all around me, and I felt the fool for my outward jubilance.
There was no retribution, but I kept reign of my tongue.
Then in a flash – in a second that I wanted to last forever – those two atoms were four.
“Dance,” I said.
And they did – just for me.