sinuous as
the
sound of the
word "milonga"
he covers the floor.
Any woman in his
arms takes the
shape of his
body. Thighs
inside her thighs,
the web of her
dress drapes his
skin, surrendering.
Her fans, flick
of knives, those
smoldering glances.
As close as you
can come to sex
and still keep
longing
