From  that dust

Painted lips of terracotta red  
Cuban heels; in steccato tramp  
that flamethrower of intent  
together lit within the dance  

The latin speeks but not in Greek  
 plectrum's thrash across the strings  
the arrogance of latent heat  
each florish finished with a zing  
 
The skirt, split up to the thigh  
stalking horse that careers wild  
and see that tempo pacify  
passion's light, each cornea wide  
 
Hold that gaze, burn laser deep  
 amour set, but which will yield  
haughtiness, that context needs  
and from dust, the dance revealed  
 
Will you flourish castanets  
hold that rose between clenched teeth  
with vivacity in life express  
rhythm, the stamp so inborn beats  
 
The stallion and mare, let off the leash  
to cavort and paw when freedom's sensed  
will you join with joyful feet  
 a flamboyancy that scream's -- not reticence