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.
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siranswerer (
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Comments2
Watching a tango myself, it's precisely as you write....
A really good portrait of this dance and it's aftermath.
Dave
Very good write siranswerer, that dance can sometime be the only time they are together.
Andy
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