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Tango

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 [...]

The Surrealist Hour

As the sweet dream of absinthe, so bitter to taste.
The artist, the poet and magi sit
inspired by the surrealist’s sun.
The artist with canvas, the poet with his wit.
Shimmering colors glide and dance and mystify,
this hour between day and night.
A wave and a feeling one cannot describe.
The secrets of the deep orange, red and purple light.
Soothed [...]