Caught In a Tango At Cape Horn
CAUGHT IN A TANGO AT CAPE HORN
whistles while he works ~
pavement is free of debris
on America’s south side
her slender feet slide
across legend’s windswept deck
~ tremulous tango
he boldly takes her ~
sure-footed and sensuous
her décolletage dips
a tortuous storm ~
a breathless virgin lighthouse
her knees nearly faint
firmly upholds her
in frenetic funnel dance
~ she dares to glance up
downdraft makes her swoon
~ spinning ballerina toes
caught in full embrace
with weak pulse she smiles
and balances as she walks
cautiously away
her cheeks wide-hip pink
he attempts to grab her shawl
~ she slides the glass door
unabashedly
asks her for another dance
his pulse beating fresh
she smooths down her dress
as sea salt whispers romance
~ she repins her hair
8/24/2017
Blowing in the wind contest
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