TANGO

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow, where
the cadence leads, she must follow.

Syncopated rhythms swivel and turn
her across wide open spaces,
through ruins, over bridges, ramparts.

Fractured melodies slam her into
stone walls, hurl her mortal form 

through downy clouds into silver webs
of restoring moonglow. 

In the open embrace of quicksilver 

amorphousness, she stumbles, 

as Time's metronome skips a beat, 

weeps through staccato
footwork, breathes in the calm of long,
elegant steps, revels in the
soothing comfort of repetitive phrases.

Her rage interlaces complex
figures, as she defies capricious Fate.

With loathing and love she
gazes into the ancient eyes of her ever
unyielding partner; this force
that shatters and restores, pauperises
and enriches, maims and mends,
this force that fuses her imploding form,
this wilful proselytiser, 
this Life.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

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