Lunar New Year Milonga
In the mood for tango with Mandy and Orlando
The lights were low, soft as memory.
Film likes nights like this:
grain, shadows, movement.
Red lanterns swayed, borrowed from childhood,
from a story someone once told.
Mandy’s smile held the music;
Orlando guided it through the shadows.
Couples floated in silence,
the room a slow-moving film.
Outside, the new year waited.
Inside, everything lingered a little longer.
