watching flamenco dancers dance the Fandango
|A dazzling display, Flamenco vivo,
the heart dances to Fandango.
Breaking open the pain from its maze,
Esmeralda, on stage, ablaze,
castanets clicking, right to my face,
mesmerizing in ruffles and lace,
bursting into fire, writhing in scorn,
on her lips a rose, not minding the thorn.
Feverish in twists, serpentine in turns,
frills, feelings, passions, in love, in rage, burns.
flamboyant, sensuous, with lust,
Jorge, tossing his tambourine in stardust.
As Jorge sways, you’re clapping;
inside my soul, Esmeralda is tapping.
Dancers bend in a tantalizing dip,
the champagne from your gaze I sip,
I look into your eyes, now I have no shame,
the beat is in the blood, for I’m aflame.
My heart races in rapture and in joy,
I’m all woman tonight, not naive or coy.
In the fancy room of this late night café,
to you and to me, we shout Olé!