Post #19

Saturday night, post-milonga / My shower just got warmer, So I know you've finished yours. We started dancing Fifteen years ago; For ten of those We have been sharing Breakfasts, beds and stories – Yet it is the tango That connects us best: You'll know your one true love When you have faced another dozen In an evening. A courtship in four songs – And onwards, Into someone else's arms: Fifteen embraces, fifteen Rhythms a night, romances Like there's no tomorrow – And there isn't: Just fifteen minutes, And another lifetime ends, And with it – all the dreams And joys and drama That you've conjured into being While whirling, floating, buzzing With the waves Of that moth-eaten music Which can bring you Such Exhilarating Joy When you discover pathways Through its vintage waters, Holding on for dear life To your temporary love. And then it stops. You say goodbyes And, leaning on each other, Get home, take showers, Go to bed – and know That you will wake up On a Sunday, Still together. @verse