Tango

By Michael Kachelski | Published January 28, 2007

Dancing in the silver of the moon tonight,

The tango conjures savage passions.

A longing for the mystic and hedonist delight,

The sweetest beauty and the beast do ride.

They ride upon a mystic fire

With the spirits, like the northern lights.

My primal heart burns desire

The scarlet lady and her consort love the ride.

A perfect night, dancing under shining stars,

Out in the open terrace, dancing in the subtle wind.

Shining city lights below, and rivers of rushing cars,

Lost to all around me, in your eyes I find love.

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3 Comments

  1. Posted January 30, 2007 at 3:13 am by brian | Permalink

    LOL. Do you use this pick-up line with every girl you meet?

    Actually, quite nice Mikey. Very cool.

    Reply
  2. Posted February 3, 2007 at 4:11 pm by Valerie | Permalink

    *sigh* ~ ;)
    The whole world shudders beneath the dance of the Ancients!~ :) They are Here!!!~

    Reply
  3. Posted February 15, 2009 at 11:50 pm by Anna&Tom | Permalink

    Michal
    Z przyjemnoscia przeczytalismy Twoj wiersz.
    Czekamy na dalsze utwory.
    Jestesmy dumni z Ciebie.

    Reply

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