Lovers dance a tumultuous tango. Through their fierce
choreography, a passionate story of love and anger unfolds. Again and again they
attract and repel in intense conflict until the magnetic energy between them becomes
more than they can bear.
Following the extreme contortion comes another dance act, this one a pas
de deux performed by two men to a Spanish tango, an aggressive and violent dance.
Their lanky, perfectly sculpted, and nearly naked 6-foot-2 frames
instantly command attention—and an anxious, curious silence. Johan,
the Swedish blond in nothing but Jockeys as white as he is, stands
tall across from Patrick, the sultry West Indian in dark briefs that
blend with his velvet skin. They tiptoe in cautious circles, eyeing
each other as suspiciously as wrestlers about to pounce. Then, for
five minutes, before a riveted audience, the pair lock arms, shove one
another away, embrace, attack, cuddle, pull apart. And then there’s
that kiss. A ferocious, lusty, lingering kiss, the explosive
culmination and combination of all the varied emotions expressed in
the movements that come before. As the men pull
apart, their faces instinctively crush together yet again for a moment
before they slink together off the stage.