Tango
Tango
Clap your hands for the man
who can tap with his feet and
hold a rose in his hand
Black hat tilted, so slightly;
spine held straight
In charges a senorita
like a bull from the gate
Both heads cock-back
as he offers her the rose
a snap! quick jerk forward
clenched teeth, claims it
beneath her nose
He steps, she steps
her leg glides fire down his thigh
his hand dances on hot coals
travels down her spine
Tension of passion continues
then builds, until at last a silent guitar
heated love has been conquered
in a dark, slanky, back-street bar
Post Comments