
Argentine tango is a seductive tool
Transfiguring desire into sequential steps
Cuadrado pattern repeated
Until performed without thought
Akin to passion’s path
Lovers traverse on sultry nights
Chest and heads together;
Abrazo cerrado embrace
Variation is the spice
Making the dance unique
Drawing gauchos can be done
By nimble feet or exploring tongues
Perhaps both, if the vibes are right
Music and motion coalesce
Into fluid flow and staccato pauses
Coiled tension building
Wait for the cabeceo; the look
A stranger across the room
Caminata invitation extended
By a small man in a pink shirt
My mirada assent given
Though he held no special place
In fantasy’s cache
Women at my table
Spanning ages twenty to eighty
All gave me a pointed look
While he led me to the floor
No stunning feature indicated his poise
Yet a fire he lit
With the first few steps
Giro and molinete energy sizzled
Singeing my breath
Pinned in mordida
Flames flickered up my leg
Trapped between his own
The pinnacle of pleasure found
In the pregnant pause
Parada held two moments too long
Disrupting prediction’s power
Over precision steps
When the dance was over
I sat down, flustered
My sisters laughed at my expression
Thoroughly sexed
While standing (in public!)
Was not my expectation
Tutored by a man
Whose name I do not know
Twenty years later
His lesson remains sharp
Piercing memory with its honed edge
Suspense bridles time
In the most pleasurable way
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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...yep. well wrought, lass!