just tango
Her body moves like silk over me,
around and through me.
There is quiet conversation between
us no one will ever hear, the
sweetest words the world will ever know.
Forbidden lyrics of our lives.
Words of longing, desperation, of lust and love, of
hate and desire...the words burning like
candles into our fingertips, into our shadows,
into our sweat, into our longing.
Our bodies melting into each other...
And we embrace.
She dances as if to live,
and I dance to keep her alive.
Her leg slides naked to the air,
and then rests, waiting.
...and here I hold her, as if
floating, tenderly, closely, precisely careless.
Our embrace. Our dance.
Our moment. Our urgent romance.
Speaking silently in closeness, our embrace of passion,
of desire, our gaze, our conversation.
No words...
just tango.
Travis Michael Widrick
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