A Lost Tango

I know you had made me dance that night.

You must have
Twirled me around;
My surprised body
Whirling
Alongst yours
In a daze!!!

Your hand
 Must have

Circled
My shy waist-

My hesitant bosom
Crushing,

Against
Your cotton-shirted chest.

My awkward hands
Must have hung

Timidly,
At your back;

My two-left-feet
Tangling

With your firm, sure steps.

But its funny how
You know

I remember
None of those things.

All that's left now

Are just
Snapshots of smells-

Of the Old Monk
On your breath

And those
Endless cigarettes,

Yesterday's aftershave

Melting
Into today's sweat.