The Close Embrace of Dark Eyes

Out of the sea of couples rose two heads like dolphins on a wave crest, appearing, then diving back into the moving ocean of dancers, buoyed by the reedy voice of Carlos Gardel's Esta noche me emborracho. I smiled at the moment. The non-tango world would have been shocked, but here, in this milonga, gliding across the parquet floor with the world at bay outside, Dark Eyes and El Soave were in close embrace. They wanted to take turns wearing the 3-inch heels so each could see what the follower — the woman — would feel. The gaze of Dark Eyes was concentrated and fixed and floated above his forearm as he started his back ocho and our transportation to the Buenos Aires of 1928.