Tango

tango I see her sway in a tango young lithe a brief moment without a care alone beneath palms of night far off shore lights answer in step a dreamy dip and bow the sky reflects the glow reaching for her hands that flutter as moths music is in her head music only she knows slipstreaming across gulfs of misery the strings it attaches pull her hips like a pendulum's sway slow arcs of flame burn her pale skin a stare of warm melted caress brushes the face of the unseen purple blossoms trail from her hair leda pleases herself in the dark dancing passion to a clouded moon.