Go unto him, Part 2. Will he ask you to his cabana? August 13, 2014 01:55 2 Comments
You gaze across the ocean, your eyes following the path the moon has made. The moon that tonight seems as big as Earth, as yellow as a buttercup. You place your sidecar on the waist-high adobe wall that surrounds this rooftop cantina. You lean on your elbows, feel the sea breeze caress your body like a lover.
Will he come tonight? You wonder. You long to see him. Last night did not end as you had hoped. He saw you safely to your cabana door, hand gently on your elbow. He took your keys. He unlocked the door. Opened it. Said good night. Not even a kiss.
You hear the first notes of Bahia Blanca, one of your favorite tangos. A hand cloaks yours. Then picks it up, tenderly pulls you into tango position.
It is Federico. Or Eliseo. Whoever.
He is an expert at the tango. But then he is an expert at everything. Is he not? Especially leaving. You have not danced the tango since he left. Since he disappeared, leaving only that postcard.
La Yumba begins. You do not stop. Your flicks are still sharp. You have lost nothing in technique. You hope he is impressed. You hope he thinks you have been out dancing every night. Of course, you haven't. Not that you've been sitting at home soiling a glass of merlot with your tears.
Your dress, Butterick 7913, View A1 minus the bow, sways seductively as he leads you into the atrapadita. The aubergine silk georgette moves beautifully.
Your eyes are locked together, a spotlight on a film noir chanteuse. You dance. Libertango. El Choclo. La Cumparsita. Continuously. You stay on the dance floor. You do not stop.
Will tonight be the night? The night you embrace completely. Man and woman, bodies joined, closer even than the tango?
You, too, may have this sexy pattern. You, too, can hold his heart in your hand, ensnared by your charms and your beauty in this fabulous late 1930s dress. Will you be careless with his gift? Or treat it like the most fragile piece of Murano glass?
Butterick 7913 can be yours. Just click through to The Blue Gardenia shop. You'll be glad you did. And so will he.
Comments
Laura on May 20, 2015 12:41
Perfect! I love the line “soiling a glass of merlot with your tears.” I’ve never danced the tango (or much of anything, really), but I can picture this scene like something out of Dancing With the Stars – only hotter.
Denise Calhoun on May 20, 2015 12:41
Thank you. It’s so much fun, and your Fitbit would enjoy it.