Brutal Purposes

Hate is a deep river
Upon that dark stage
Where two are one
In the art of dance

Both stand quietly
Waiting for the music
Breathing heavily
Rigid with anticipation

A pulsing beat sounds
Their bodies come to life
Following their training
Whilst shedding emotion

Feet pound the stage
Mimicking the beat
Hands illustrate a story
Of these pretend lovers

Their bodies stray closer
Though they wish to stay apart
They sway as one person
Into a loving embrace

Quick to break away
They glare at each other
Waiting for the pulse
So their feet can move again

It sounds again
They break apart
And with more power
Finish their story

As the lights dim once more
He takes Her into another embrace
They breath heavily together
As the stage makes them one

Hate is a deep river
Upon that dark stage
Where two are one
In the art of dance