They danced the Tango

 

She sat in a pale blue satin dress with white silk stockings

revealing legs of perfect form from ankles of a delicate strength

She smoked her cheroot in a languid manner

the feathered plumes of her hat, a crown of serene nonchalance

He asked her for a dance,

she accepted extinguishing her cigarette

On the floor, her stage of familiarity, she leaned against him

chest to chest with legs splayed

The staccato beat of the tango clicked into a rythmic pattern

as he drew her upright and swung her onto his right hip

then again to face him

With vigour they promenaded across the floor

pressed together, moving in compete unison

Impassive expressions displayed no emotion

as they interlocked legs and feet in intricate

dance routines

Those around were spellbound and applauded

as the rythm quickened and the violins harmonised 

with accordions and piano

Drips of perspiration fell from his forehead

onto her bare shoulders as rain drops of a 

passion waiting to be released

The dance intensified as they responded to every beat

of the music, giving of themsleves in this endeavour

of extreme portrayal

The climax came. they stopped still in mid floor

in a clinch from which they disengaged.

They almost fell apart, spent of all energy

They had tangoed till dawn

It was complete