Tango

                      
 

                          Round and round they go

            Matching steps, telling stories through their eyes.

                        In the perennial   darkness;

                    Tide of emotions at every move

                      Come and go and come again,

                 Like waves lashing a shingle beach;

                         Like footsteps during a Tango

                               In a dingy café.

 

                          Souls dancing in the fire,

                          Burn again and again-

                      Until the lilt of music fades

                     And they depart bathed in sweat,

           Smelling a lot of each other and less of themselves.

 

                  Tomorrow night I will come once more;

                  When the moonlight embraces the dark

                   And the houses are still like coffins

                   And the children are lost in fairy tales,

           In worlds that come alive only in the arms of Sleep.  

                         

                              I will come once more

                  To feel your fire burn my heels and heart,

                            To lose myself in your arms,

                  To reach that realm that’s entirely ours

                             Until the lilt of music fades

                        And the dingy café falls fast asleep.

                        Until I am drenched in your sweat,           

                        Until I am a stranger to myself.

Reviews

[Susan C. Allen]

Love it. Feels like very hot sex! Or a great dream about sex. Line 3 has an extra space, was that intentional? Not sure of the WC "perennial" in line 3. And the capital in the word "sleep" in third stanza was that intentional as well? Also, I don't love semi colons in poetry, that's just me. Nice work! Good images "dingy cafe" and "houses still like coffins"

[Isti]

Thanks for your review, Susan. It was very constructive. You're right, my poem does have a strong sexual tinge to it. Sorry about the extra spacing in line 3. It was a mistake. The capital in the word 'Sleep' is intentional. I personify sleep. Thanks again! Your review was a tremendous boost to my self confidence! Also if I could ask you, how old do you think I was when I wrote this? Just to be sure, you know, that my writing is matured.

[Susan C. Allen]

Gosh I couldn't guess an age, but I'd say mature. :D