Tango to Centre
29 March 2016
Brushed aside
Like the dust in piles
Covering
Smothering
Shake it off briskly step out
Tango to Centre
Raked raw
The prongs seeping through
Translucent
Shining skin
Rid yourself of iron clasps
Tango to Centre
Twirling world
Building from chaos
Hurtling through
Confusion
Dance in heart through Illusion
Tango to Centre
Threefold aims
Written in the book
The gait slight
The page white
Flurry of inky black words
Tango to Centre
They lay claims
Partner a male choice
Feet nimble
Waist thimble
Connection for direction
Tango to Centre
Inner worlds
Revealed through whirling
Skin on skin
Cheek on chin
The Spirits twirling like twins
Tango to Centre
Reading of the poem:
Querer – Francesca Gagnon
Gente que sí – Narcotango – clip film “Wygrany”
Tango to Evora – Club version
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