She raises her long sinuous arms in stance,
Castanets slowly click and clack.
Head thrown back on long swanlike neck.
Lovely lithe body; Sweeping perfectly curved back.
Man stands in corner, hat over face.
She picks up the rhythm to his guitar.
Castanets trade on sound and pace.
Long beautiful legs sway body from a'far,
Tapping rhythm as he syncopates.
Swirling scarlet dress flounced to swing.
To the rhythm of her body; The audience anticipates.
Castanets reverberate as a continuous sound.
Scarlet skirt swirls flared from hips.
Arms now rotate and legs swing as she dances,
An impassioned display That befits the dance,
Of the matador as she steps and prances.
Loses all control as she sweeps and glides across the floor,
Surely there are no more passionate dances,
Played to flamenco heart and soul in tune with life in the raw.
~Sid John Gardner~