choose red lipstick
for those dusky nights
in Buenos Aires
in a damp rose wind.
To dance tango with
a strange, like hooking
you. You don't know
her name, you
don't want to
Who can remember
where they parked their
car after a night
like this. Some
nights you go home
with someone else's
glitter or sweat on
your cheek. When
your hair is a long
grey you know
you will be doing
tango fans, apache
throw outs, at
least in dreams,
that, if you can't
still do as well,
ganchos and ochos
will be night mares
