The clapping stopped & the tableau vibrated,
Clicking castanets now silenced with last ole’,
Final chords of guitar echoing off sepia walls,
A blood red rose fell, from scarlet parted lips,
Sangria dripped rubies, down magnolia breast,
Flamenco frills caressing dusty thundered heel,
An ebony lock eloping, with pearled silken cheek,
Swirling, whirling, stamping & turning,
now ceased,
Heavy-lidded moon yawned, old stars lazily smiled,
Whored lights dimmed shyly & dewdrops now
wept,
Gently around milk shoulders, la mantilla, he
wrapped.
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