Tango Poem by Rebecca Wiles

Tango



Hips softly swaying,
the wave of hair,
the sweet scent of mango
in the night air.

Two hearts beating,
two lovers unite,
under the glow,
of soft moonlight.

Eye meeting eye,
a moment of bliss,
reaching through time,
in a silent kiss.

Time seems distant,
the music plays on,
the tango has ended,
the moment has gone.

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