tango me #poetry

tango me through wars and tears

until you sew my wounds and crack my lips

until children running in the streets

touch my body with their fears.


tango me through narrow hidden alleys

in which eternal lovers passionately kissed

against the coolness of gray walls in summer nights

play with my dreams like children play with kites.


tango me into your battered soul

until we feel the pain of ancient knives

teach me the moves of mystic loves

and tango me until the end of life.





30 thoughts on “tango me #poetry

  1. I felt the movement of this piece…could picture a couple dancing the tango…it was divine. The best image, to me at least, is the first stanza, especially as it ends with โ€œuntil the children running in the streets/touch my body with their fears.โ€ ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐ŸŒธ

    1. Aww… thank you so much for your beautiful words! Yes I like that too. I feel it. ๐ŸŒผ

  2. Grandiose!!! Fabrics of one body – philosophy, mysticism and senses in infinite tango. Kites as light and passion as eternity – beyond.
    Dance over love!

    1. Ah,… thank you so much for your wonderful words, dear B. I am delighted you like it!

    1. Thank you kindly for appreciating my poem! I do not know what a “crunch to the brain” means ๐Ÿ™‚ does it have anything to do with ice hockey? ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Thank you so much! ๐Ÿ™‚ See I learn something new every day ๐Ÿ™‚ you know why I thought of ice hockey, donโ€™t you? Have a great evening!

    1. Thank you so much! I am really glad I met you! I am looking forward to your new posts!


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