Some dance

Some dance to remember,
Some dance to forget.

Some are relentless and near perfect,
Some are hopeless!
Some are careless and pitifully tactless,
Some are heartless,
Some are angelic and selfless.

Some are "dandy and fine",
Some are randy, desperate, badly in need of being refined,
Some are gorgeous, - and some are not!

Some are handsome beautiful dancers;
dancing with passion - heavenly, divine.

Some are 'living-romantics'
but dancing like they are monks.

Some are weary of affections;
panic stricken, fearful, anxious and frantic,
Some stay and fight,
Some always run and hide.

Some are tired with life,
Some say "they are unlucky, in love & life",

Some become dancers not to feel bored,
Some never are – themselves being "the real tiresome bores".

Some are still waiting,
Dreaming,
Wishing a fairy tale encounter
Is there another they wonder
- wanting fever, longing , heart stopping moments,
caresses, kisses, lust;
and maybe talks of love,
mixed in, with tingling caring whispers!?


"Isn't that why some dance,
'a brief romance'
- packaged into a Tango dance.?"

"...an orgasmic embrace,
squeezing the juice of passion;
In arms of some stranger,
- no one ever needs to know,
- no need to meet after or ever again,
or to acknowledge that they had or ever been"

With an exchange of thanks,
ending a blissful dance;
- private, intimate moments,
- not feeling guilty,
- being fine with one's being: totally selfish!

To Remember or To Forget;
I dance for neither.
I dance to toast and taste my Life,
Capturing a few more exhilarating moments
– pausing Life, drink its juice -
enjoy its gift, feeling alive - for just a little longer.

Some dance to remember,
Some dance to forget,
Let's drink a toast, and wish ourselves some more!

MilongaCat.