Tango Color by Zabara Alexander
The kitchen floor feels the same.
Back against the refrigerator.
Toes wriggling in the air.
This is a dance.
Three beats.
You, me, you.
I might initiate.
But you respond
And then I do.
My thoughts mix.
Send out signals.
There is so much going on.
If your dreams
you pretend to see, are real.
I am gone.
Finished.
But that’s, that.
And this is life.
You and me.
We still both exist.
We still both feel.
The world.
Its not something we can see.
Just something we do.
A ballroom dance.
This is a dance
A ballroom dance
You, me, you
I might initiate
But you respond
Just something we do
It’s not something we can see
you pretend to see
And then I do.
I am gone
You and me
We still both feel
We still both exist
If your dreams
My thoughts mix
Three beats
