Mad
Woman Tango
she falls backward
tho he hasn't led
her, misinterprets
his moves. She is
losing her balance.
Where has her
flexibility gone?
She used to be able
to communicate
deeply. She's always
had men wanting
her. She smells
like roses in Buenos
Aires. Her imagination
is better than her
dancing. Following
never was her forte.
For her, sadness
is a thought that
should be danced,
burned away, When
she watches Forever
Tango she is one
of those in gossamer
and silk dresses
