A tango

siranswerer

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.

  • Author: siranswerer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2021 05:31
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Comments2

  • Doggerel Dave

    Watching a tango myself, it's precisely as you write....
    A really good portrait of this dance and it's aftermath.

    Dave

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write siranswerer, that dance can sometime be the only time they are together.

    Andy



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