Blood Tango

Blood Tango


Mary Fairweather Dexter

A daring dance we do

A dance of blood and death

Sharp steel piercing flesh

Red blossoms from fingertips

The hollow of my arm

The curve of my thigh

"You're not so sweet tonight."

Death beckons


And with memories

Of iron lace balconies

Pulsating jazz

Throbbing tango

I drink

Sweetness running down my throat

To live once more

Hi Mary. Your poem has unique and wonderful imagery.