The Lost Tango
I know you had made me dance that night.
You must have
Twirled me around;
My surprised body whirling
Alongst yours in a daze.
Your hand must have
Circled my shy waist;
My hesitant bosom crushing
Against your cotton-shirted chest.
My awkward hands must have hung
Timidly at your back;
My two-left-feet tangling
With your firm, sure steps.
But its funny how, you know
I remember none of those things.
All that's left now
Are just snapshots of smells-
Of the Old Monk on your breath
And those endless cigarettes,
Yesterday's aftershave
Melting into today's sweat.
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