The discipline of ballet with its grace and fluid athleticism.
Two individuals moving in synchronous rhythm, showing off the best of each other.
The chorus in writhing eroticism that reaches back millenia.
The lone amoeba pulled back into the pulsing globule.
The individual, in his cocoon of uniqueness, oblivious to the forces that control him.
The body, struggling to channel all of its emotion, history, physicality and energy.
Two people trying to make sense of the toxic dance that is their relationship.
The courtly dance that hints at the prize beyond the social barriers.
The tango.
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