He: It’s so dark, where is the light?
She: I like it dark.
He: Huh?
She: We’ll be dancers in the dark.
No because your eyes don’t speak. Silence.
Instead you listen better, smell different, sense and taste more…
He: I don’t hear a thing.
She: Because you are not trying. I hear your breath, your heartbeat and far away some music. Shall I put on some music?
He: Ok what you have?
I’m starting to understand. I hear the wind blowing, the rain and darkness fall. Come closer? You smell nice and your hair is soft.
She: I think you smell like teen spirit… No, I’ll put on some classics. And you smell like fresh soap.
He: Just washed my hands.
She: Here feel my arm.
He: The goosebumps, wow. Are you cold?
She: No not all. It’s your breath, your touch… But why are you shivering?
He: Kiss me.
She: What?
He: Let’s dance in the dark.
Dialogue: Maaijke Middelbeek
Photo: Roger Deckker for Tank Magazine 2007
