Their dance began,
as in a duel,
once spied across the floor,
magnets caught
in polar pull,
each one seeking more.
To phantoms,
all around became,
umbilic drew them forth,
no digressions,
no, nor names,
nor plight to mar this troth.
Pulsing beat,
orchestral drum,
two hearts now synchronised,
static waves,
so plucked to thrum,
unspoken words. No lies.
Elemental,
cleaving then
within a gaping throng,
gyrations,
mid ungodly men,
to throbbing heartfelt song.
Once begun,
the timeless tune
marred and marked their souls,
perfect rhythm
ends too soon,
returned to earthbound goals
Back to ports
for two adrift,
unity so cast,
interludes,
tho’ hearts may lift,
once played, fade into past.
Backward glance,
a shoulder’d chin,
eyes return to fore,
heaving breast,
a sighing grin,
so ends tango’d score.
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