When I look at Richard, this is what I see,
poetry in motion . . . poetry in motion, walkin’ by my side
His lovely locomotion, keeps my eyes open wide (what a dish!)
Poetry in motion, see that sexy sway
A wave out on the ocean, could never move that way . . .
I love every movement, and there’s nothing I would change
He doesn’t need improvement, he’s much too nice to re-arrange . . .
(my take on Johnny Tillotson‘s “Poetry in Motion“)
He’s banquet-worthy, binge-worthy, the divine path to repleteness.
After all this scorching, smouldering and simmering, we need a little sweetness. Enter Harry.
I ran across this in both my new book of superlatives and my Dictionary.com Word of the Day and it seems quite perfect for our RA.
eurhythmic:(adjective) (1) characterized by a pleasing rhythm; harmoniously ordered or proportioned. (2) of or pertaining to eurhythmics.
There is certainly a “pleasing rhythm” to the way Richard Armitage moves, whether it’s as dancer or actor or simply “civilian” striding purposefully across a room. Poetry in motion, I like to call the man. And poetry in stillness.
This post calls for a glimpse of musical theatre Armitage vintage 1994.
As far as I am concerned, this beautifully knit-together man is also “harmoniously ordered or proportioned,” perfect in his imperfections, a princely beauty, heir to Adonis. Eurhythmic Armitage, indeed.