The Flamenco

Bond-Gipsy Rhapsody

Perhaps too quick
Rhythm seeks
To match the beats
Of hearts
When eyes fall upon the other
Begins the fall
Though steps try to betray
The motion

But the flamenco
knows
The passion
Simmering
Is just a part
The art
Of the heart
Of the one
Silhouetted
In dance
The advance
The retreat
All too soon
The lips will meet
So it must go
So it must be
Steps light advance
While she
Pirouettes
Around the he
Slamming heels
Slap
Yet each step
Draws
Her closer
As if he couldn't see
It is the dance
It has to be
Yet the advance
Leaves little chance
The turning awaqy is always followed
By a turning towards
Thier steps are always
In syncopation
Even if they do not know
They do

His push
Her pull
All part of the dance
And grinning
The Flamenco knows