And could there be a moment so pure?
Rawness sinking in, the raptured couplet.
Yoked, melted into unified abrazo.
There was no technique for selecting this partner.
The floor pulled their bodies together,
force of magnetic nature.
Concentrated, piercing passion,
fluidity, second skin.
Intensity of movement,
trembling the very heavens.
Arch of bodies as one,
Breathing in each other’s fiber, heaving air,
rapid legs contorting into stance.
Sweeping feet, glide floor as liquid.
And they flow, the elegant stream,
crashing into the rapids of maddening desire.
One cannot stop this pleasantry,
not the earth pull of a proper tango.