“Blue
Tango"
by
Paloma
So, David, you want this dance?"
You're from the "Big Apple",
you should know…….Blue Tango
Put your hand……here…Let me lead,
your fingers hysterical in my red hair,
Press close….no light between…
an edged voice…"I love you"
I have too many shoes in my closet,
too many "I love you",
toss yours in there,
too
Catch your breath,
let's not stop, my
pink finger…
your impish mouth……. please, no light, I,
we don't need the harshness,
"Shhh…."
don't tell me how you miss your dad,
your head surrendered,
held by my shoulder.
I might tell you… how mine said, "You're not my kid."
Don't tell me I am lovely,
your lashes tickle,
I might tell you… I can't look in the mirror,
after you've gone in the morning…
Oh, blushing, David,
a roguish curl…..dimpled cheek
Catch your breath,
… one more……..Blue Tango
….. then…..."Good-bye"
Change partners…..
So, Ken, you want this dance?
Did those college boys tell you about…….Blue Tango?
Those long legs….I can tell,
you always lead,
I'm matching your stride
a black stocking leg
Wide hands……play me…
weave a lovesong…
Eye to eye…..breath to breath…..skin to skin…
I, we look better by
candlelight,
another…….Blue Tango?
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Ken, your anger
steeled like strings on your guitar,
Don't talk to me about cheating…
You did not care…. that other name
on my dance card..
as long as you could…….Blue Tango
Don't call me whore,
you bought me red-black sheer..
I forgot, yes,
you are right,
historically……
red-black…colors of a whore.
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David…..anxious to please,
Ken……..eloquent with a touch….
different…yet …..both wanting….Blue Tango,
the warm hollow of my throat, a fresh curve above my hip,
now united…. both hating me….
Go on your way,
say your "I'm sorry,
buddy",
friendship is for the lucky few….
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In the
bathroom…..Kira,….a harsh light….
a new line at the corner of her eye…
"I'm so tired…….Blue Tango…"