Learned to dance
inside and out
immerged in a trance
my own echo
needed to let go
all which feels about
in the rhythm of a tango
scattered a substance
diverted my deepest doubt
in sublime dependence

This wound’s suffering reappears
meeting the bottom of my pleas
sewed myself up
with gray wire and rotten nails
my bare perceptions, so frail
Part of me shattered, lost
scraped off the soft dust
sprinkled grazes for bail
I conceal the way
of this overturned tango

Copyright ©2009 Johanne Farmer