I sense your approach
You reek of danger
And you accidentally step on my shoe
You apologize with grace and try to chat me up
I smile at the situation and try to be polite
Worlds spin in your eyes as you judge every possible outcome
The dance immortalized in the streets of Argentina begins
Everything else is a backdrop to the movement of our feet
You shuffle closer and seem determined under my intense stare
You try to take control but I don't let you
The grin on my face catches you unawares
And the roles are reversed
A light touch on the arm
The grazing of knees
And hands that slowly glide behind backs
The space between slowly disappears
image from: http://www.houseofargentina.com/tango.htm
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