Bald pink, ruffled collar
In tango black-
Elegantly ugly.
Above the seal-cliffs of Big Sur,
Non-violent,
Non-vegetarian,
Buddhists of flight.
With that first step
A long power glide,
A tight smooth giro,
Interpreters of air pressure-
Music with a patient beat.
-MikeBoyle #end
Tango Tribes
Close embrace-
That dancing beast of two backs
Where a serene smile
Goes unobserved by her partner.
This intimacy withers beyond the frame.
It is enough to acknowledge dance's hierarchy
Of competitive/cooperative Jets and Sharks,
Not to lament it,
Even Dante and Beatrice
Explored a stratified paradise.
