Would you
Take my hand into yours,
To tango the dance floor,
To swift our feet
Into blinding motions
Of heat and passion
Of love and compassion
Our burning desire
Uncontrolled, unchained
Not tethered to our pasts
We’ll dance until
The sun envied our blazing moves,
The moon despise our glittering eyes,
Locked, interlinked, connected,
Passionate.
Or would you not
And just watch
As I slow dance my shadow
With that despairing violin
Screeching its string,
Creeping my veins.
I’ll dance with that slow tempo
As my footsteps echo,
Filling this mournful show,
I’ll dance for the sake of
Desiring you that watched
To take my hand with you
Because tango takes two.
White Knight 