Stop Time Tango
in this dance, you
leave the past behind,
even the future,
the present
all that is real
is how your body
moves with his.
Hips merge, are
flung away.
Blood flames your
heart, wild as
the violins. Nothing
exists past this
dark room of glitter
and slit silk,
room of his pelvis
against yours,
mascara on
his skin as if
to brand him
