siranswerer

A tango

Cheek to cheek, I watch them dance.

As I sip my ice cold drink.

She wears a red, floor length dress,

And he a suit, french cuffed shirt and cufflink.

Spotlight on them, as they move in a twirl,

Smoke masks the audience.

Their arms straight, her leg a curl.

Passion, ferocious, fierce energy, between them.

Music finishes, they bow and leave.

And the distance increases, as they part.