Poetry

Tango Differente

You have this voice …

…silky, smooth and sober like a stream of white wine

Spilling into the depths of my mouth

Drink, drink, drink out of my lips, take the poison in.

Our tango will take us onto the verge, close to the border between heaven and hell-

The sensation in your veins will tell you paradise is not lost.

Your red lips sing Spanish to me

Your heavy feet treading on my toes

As if to tell me, it’s close, it’s close

I’ll fly with the wind, I’ll take your breath in my hands, I’ll rid my body of fear.

Tango, tango, the fire of your lips burns my face

My body burns like a paper bird

Flying up and falling in front of your eyes

And it’s not enough…

Agnieszka Karch