The Lost Tango

I know you had made me dance that night. You must have Twirled me around; My surprised body whirling Alongst yours in a daze. Your hand must have Circled my shy waist; My hesitant bosom crushing Against your cotton-shirted chest. My awkward hands must have hung Timidly at your back; My two-left-feet tangling With your firm, sure steps. But its funny how, you know I remember none of those things. All that's left now Are just snapshots of smells- Of the Old Monk on your breath And those endless cigarettes, Yesterday's aftershave Melting into today's sweat.