Moving In Sync

As I watched the dancers, I gazed longingly at their talent. As they watch themselves in the mirror, Searching for perfection. Seeing all the black clothes moving in sync. Energy radiating from their bodies. Their motions so swift I could feel the heat. They hopped; they slid, and switched around, Each move so precise. Their sneakers scuffed the floor with every move. Watching their glistening bodies swiveling to the beat, I thought, "the body is a beautiful thing".