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In the poem “Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour” Wallace Stevens portrays such a scene for us: in a menacing night, two lovers light up the first light in the darkness in terms of their very meet based on love and imagination. In a broader context, we are drifting in the world, beguiled by the vision, and wrapped by the fate. Feebly, helplessly, and ineluctably. While desire, which fetters us in the numb world, sets us free from the same place. Tango, starting on an invitation from a glimpse on the dance floor, is an incident out of blue. Unsure of the other being unarmed, the two …