Tango
The beginning is timid
time has no limit.
magic movements are slow,
we dance the tango of love.
It's the music of feelings,
bliss and passion revealing,
dance of flight and explosion
of hidden love.
The beginning is timid
and is not so vivid,
then it turns into wild
and grasping dance.
We go deep into music,
plunge ourselves into tango,
flow together in movements,
in the rhythms of love.
You throw down the gauntlet
and I gently accept it,
then resign or surrender
as I love to be flown.
Your glance strikes like a dagger,
then it looks like a beggar,
then it turns into covert
and shifts aside.
Step....3 more.... and I wonder
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poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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