IF I WERE A DANCE
BY DIRIYE OSMAN
Bwoy had moves. Toes tightened into corkscrews, he fucked with his body’s limits – bending, flexing – until he broke through. Attitude and Arabesque became pop, lock, drop. No sweat.
Such control is dangerous.
But I know this dance….
DanceScape “As I Was Saying” Bill T Jones