TANGO

TANGO

Far be it for me
To fall for your wiles
Without partaking
In longful looks
At your game of blushing
And lashes batting
At my heart.

I would not succumb
To lowered gazes
Without mocking modesty
By gazing at your heels
Striking tile,
Rattling beats
I missed with my heart.

I would not choose
The irony
Of me writing this
As I picture you turning
Into a lush
With my every glance
At you.