Last Tango in York
No time to breathe, pulse racing
mind still dressing, heart pounding
She glides into place, elegant, waiting
I catch my breath and take my place.
I have nothing to prove, no one to impress
so why does my heart swell, why do I care?
She makes me graceful, I feel like a star
feet move, try to keep up, don’t break the spell
Halfway comes, we stand in place
my hands on hers, and hers on mine
there is no resistance, is this what it feels like?
Acceptance
In my head this is practiced, planned and perfect
every step, every turn, every pose.
My heart however sees so much more
the role of a lifetime in less than two minutes.
The clock strikes midnight and the spell is over
I turn and go leaving her there, the last time.
This is not love nor lust nor anything named
For me, forever, this was my moment.