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In red shadows of an urgent mind
she skulked, angry at her sabotaging vulpine mother
who skewered each new relationship.
So she sat, a depository of heat,
nascent with sensuous thoughts of a long night
wrapped around an unknown man
attracting static on the other side
of the dance-hall.

He, after a first request rejection, stood alone
suppressed by a declivity towards renewed risk,
staring at hope, battling fire
ítil an itch in his legs
switched the curved ball
and released new intent,
remembering his valued impressions as a cognoscente
in literature and the beaux arts

Despite both feeling frangible from failure
they approached each other as determined gods
burning with unfulfilled desires
and recalcitrant to voices of restraint.
The band tangoed as two touched hands slid thighs
and dancing beyond the planked cracks of the sprung floor
an ineffable future ricocheted the music
towards a candle-light of heightened experience.

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