by Gay Reiser Cannon
(Port Aransas, TX)

Fire hate and love death
hate fire and love desire
tango holds me in its ache
and life the blood on my tongue

the melt of your moustache
into your face where those hard
drops of you land
turning a grimace
or smiling
through the dread of stare

our steps shake mortality
to broken stones while pillars
all around us burn
our own shadows
pull us into them syncopating
strings into arms
and feet
shaking prisoner passions
into buckles and clasps
lying on the floor
the filigree of love overlays
the face of destiny and time
twisting keys with grains
of black film in sets of thirty nine
crashing steps as my rose
grows wings,

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 2012 *

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