the facade
12-29-2012, 12:56 AM
Le Dans Macabre
It takes two to tango,
and today, as tomorrow,
short of breath, I dance,
with my partner Death.
He is absolutely dreadful -
his scythe in our way,
he steps on my toes
and throws my of rhythm.
And jealous! Pah!
When other dancers
come my way, his rancid
breath scares them away.
Sometimes I feel like
simply stopping my feet -
this dance is long,
and regretfully not a waltz.
There is nothing
left to love
"But ourselves and the tango", he whispers
in my ear, twirls me around,
so i feel the air, hear the sounds,
leans me down, and kisses me.
The judges clap with passionate indifference.
It takes two to tango,
and today, as tomorrow,
short of breath, I dance,
with my partner Death.
He is absolutely dreadful -
his scythe in our way,
he steps on my toes
and throws my of rhythm.
And jealous! Pah!
When other dancers
come my way, his rancid
breath scares them away.
Sometimes I feel like
simply stopping my feet -
this dance is long,
and regretfully not a waltz.
There is nothing
left to love
"But ourselves and the tango", he whispers
in my ear, twirls me around,
so i feel the air, hear the sounds,
leans me down, and kisses me.
The judges clap with passionate indifference.