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.