To Tango with Poetry

My fingers curl around the pen

As the orquesta tipica of my soul

Takes up their instruments

My heart will lead

And the words will follow

For this is the tango of my poetry

I tremble with anticipation

And close my eyes

For it is only on this snow white floor

That I feel truly free

At the first notes of the bandoneons

My heart releases a deep breath

That it didn't know it was holding

And takes the first step

The words follow its lead

Though awkward at first

Soon they move as one

In a close embrace

They dance without fear of judgement

For there are no wrong steps in tango

This is their dance

And their dance alone

The violins, bass, and flute join in

And the two dance with more passion still

Soaring across that snow white floor

Tears in their eyes

But smiles on their lips

As they let go of all the pain

That the music made them face

And celebrate all of the joy

That the music made them remember

Entwined in each other

They support one another

And find peace

The song comes to an end

The tango is over

Slowly I open my eyes

And set down my pen

I can't help but smile as

I look down at my paper

Though far from being

The most elegant of dancers

There was a beauty

In the passion and honesty

Of my heart and my words

Perhaps I will be the only one

To ever see it

But that is not important

What is important is

That I recognize that beauty

That my heart dared to dance

That it faced the pain

That it remembered the joy

And that it found peace