Milonga in Midtown
Six floors above the winter, tango.
Winter tightened its grip.
Midtown hummed—
sirens, coats, footsteps, December rushing ahead of itself.
Six floors up,
between midtown buildings,
warmth.
Mandy and Orlando’s new studio—My Tango Body—
waiting.
Shoes touched the floor.
Music breathed.
Bodies leaned into trust.
Outside: cold, crowds, holiday noise.
Inside: tango.
Close. Intentional. Almost whispered.
A hidden milonga
in the middle of the city,
where winter briefly forgot us.
