Tango
in an absent room
smoke fills the lights
they dance.
because they must.
he was a mustang moving wild,
she was healing and warm as
foamed water from a distant stream.
she was full in fragrance.
dance now as the mystery is
bold and brave.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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