ah- Tango

ah tango-
you do bring out the best in us
     and the worst
          -in some

my vision of gliding smoothly
     across the floor
    
is about half
     there...

it is ruined when i step on
     my own feet-
even worse
     when I step on
          yours-

but there is this one partner
who does not practice, does not hesitate,
     does not try the impossible moves
     (meant only for the young, and the slim)
this one partner
     can move cat-like-
     panther like-
and take me with him
     into the dream...

the Tango dream
-there is no dream
like the Tango dream...

it is a waking ecstasy
(with a small e)

it makes me feel
     vaguely guilty

vaguely satisfied
vaguely in love

but when the song is done
We return to our separate sitting spots-
     as if
     nothing has happened
     no one need be jealous or
otherwise
confused

...and I wonder why
...I keep attending classes
...keep finding clothes and buying shoes
...keep watching u-tube
...keep trying to learn the names of moves
     in a foreign tongue
...keep putting up with prima-donna maestros

and I know
     it is for that moment
that moment one or two
those precious moments
     with you