Flat damp alley with flickering neon tubes,
Entry by a door fashioned like a star,
The ice-buckets tinkle frozen cubes,
Ringlets of smoke curl in the café noir,
The cabaret begins.
The champagne bubbles blink the rhythm of the night,
Black net tango legs stand astride,
Alfonso’s hat tilts; patent shoes guide stilettos right,
Synchro bodies glide so seductive side by side.
As the night air sucks the music’s fashion,
Lola flirts a hint of “yes” to stir his passion,
He holds her high in light atop,
As the music ascends to a staccato stop.
The accordion screams
The well known beat,
Dancing flirting crossing the floor,
No mistakes with those sexy feet.
My friend slides
To the edge of his chair
With the champers drunk
Transfixed in a stare
It’s not Alfonso he eye’s in his shoes, but himself! ”
As the mirrored vision ripples across the room,
Now a master in his mind
He holds Lola close.
He’s not a dancer just a prancer,
Praying on a dog chance,
As the party fades in different moods, He slowly caress’- the trickle icy cubes.
Nothing like a tango to get us going! I love your preamble to the dance-the neon lights and star shaped door.Enjoyed it. Read my poem 'Charlotte' and see her dance!
hello sir! ! ! ! hey this is entertainment at it's best! ! ! ! ..don't know why many people haven't visited this one! ! ! ...... i enjoyed this one very one, great rhymes, alliteration! ! ! ! ! A+++ this one...this sorts of things helps to relax the mind! ! Regards shan
Good narrative verse here Ken - with humour too at the end - - an arousing verse too, so top marks for your careful wording....... Fay.
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I would like to translate this poem
An awesome, evocative write