Liber tango
You move like rain
Like drops too cold
Still burning the skin
You’re the sound
Of my heart
Something too fragile
Under my shirt
Beating fading out
You move like days
Summit hidden years
Oblivion scattered
Down the street
You’re the craving of time
Locked behind my door
Something too close
To my walk through it
My feet at war my heart at peace
My hands ever closed
Around your waste
Liber tango you are for me
A Piazzola tear
Rolling down my cheeks
Inspired by Liber Tango Piazzola
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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