The hearbeat of the relaxed smoky darkness --the shivery taps upon the cymbals soft, caressing pulse of the drums the mournful wail of the sax the trumpet's mighty voice-- underscored by intimate bass candle flames, flames in the heart felt in the brushing fingertips, the shoes under the table, almost touching fragrant spiced incense burning--sensuous smoke drifts about, glows from red light--splashes of red on walls, tables, drinks, hands, faces. clinking of glass and ice, fingers keeping the beat upon table tops, thoughts whispered with hand holding, squeezing, tingly skin, tingly hearts, warm from daquiris and wine voices, murmuring, laughing, above the music, below the music, between the music, The music and hte voices waft out the open door into the heavy summer night silenced by the bustling city noise. --Tigergem