DISENGAGING FROM THE TANGO

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DISENGAGING FROM THE TANGO

Poem by Dr.A.R aka Lecinqblog

Disengaging from the tiny tango,

is a part of this dance.

Me,the swan ,

gliding on the dance floor,

alone and shiny,

doing my dainty dance,

sometimes strong and acrobatic,

sometimes gentle and delicate,

Me,the swan,

gliding on the dance floor,

as the crowd watches and cheers.

Me,the swan ,gliding on the dance floor,

And as I dance,

I spot you at the fringes,

standing in your dark glow,

The dark feathered man duck,

cute and sweet,

quacking in your tongue,

A cluckety guttural speech,

I glide along dancing,

constantly distracted by you,

standing at the fringes,

quacking away in your deep dark garb.

I constantly look over my shoulder,

slightly distracted from my dance,

I do that so often that I pay note,

Who is this duck in deep dark feathers,

and this pleasant guttural quack?

I gesture to you,

I call you over,

to dance along,

just for a bit,

just for a tiny tango.

I gesture wildly till you take note,

And take note ,you do.

You stop your quacking and take note,

of the pristine bejewelled swan!

She dances and sings these strange notes,

you are bemused by her strange swan tongue!

Notes that sound interesting to your duck ear,

bemused and interested,

you take note,

of the bejewled swan,

gliding along the dance floor.

We are but the same,

me the gliding swan in water,

you the paddling duck in water,

but water birds all the same,

we are both water birds.

I gesture wildly till you take note,

half surprised,

Is it me you are calling?

And then,

in full public view,

You pitter patter your duck feet,

as you eagerly walk across the dance floor,

to join me in a dance.

You reach me,

And we ENGAGE in a tiny tango ,

our kind eyes lock for but a moment,

your kind duck eyes meet my kind swan eyes.

We are but the same,

gliding water birds,

gliding and singing,

water birds we are.

We do our tiny little tango,

shoulder to shoulder,

arms entangled,

feet in rythm,

eyes locked,

we have our tiny little tango.

Then,as we are still doing our tango,

I look over to the fringes where you were standing before,

there they were,

your whole duck family,

mama duck and baby ducks,

looking along,

slightly alarmed at our tiny tango,

slightly troubled,

but yet cheering on.

And ,as we are doing our tiny little tango,

for just a little bit more,

I disengage and retire to the fringes,

without a word to you,

without a gesture,

an abrupt retirement.

You seem nonplussed,

wondering why I stopped,

But I quickly walk away,

into the changing rooms ,

out of your view,

while you stand alone in the dancing arena.

You then slowly walk back to your duck family,

dejected and deep in thought,

invigorated by my dance,

yet surprised by it all,

a new experience,

a different experience.

Upon your return,

mama duck seems relieved,

baby ducks don't know any different,

they quack along at your return.

Many dances pass,

no sign of me on the dance floor,

your tired eyes search for me,

the prinstine swan gliding way.

I am not in view,

I am in the changing rooms,

drinking water,

changing constumes,

recuperating and reassessing.

And finally after a long time,

I reemerge,

strengthened and enlightened by my brief rest.

When I re-emerge on the dance floor,

I am a new me,

And yet,

As I glide along on the dance floor,

My eyes constantly run to you.

I notice your sad face,

yearning for yet another dance,

like the tiny little tango,

that we had not long ago.

So I gesture for you again,

for another tiny little tango.

But,you hesitate this time,

you look at your duck family,

as if to seek their approval and blessing.

They give it half heartedly,

and you pitter patter, yet again,

across the dance floor,

and then we have a tiny little tango,

yet again.

Another new tiny little tango!

This time it isn't as effortless.

I try to keep our bodies from getting closer,

yet trying to teach you the dance,

I try to push you further,

while still holding close.

The effort shows,

The struggle shows,

And for a minute,

you try to learn,

You try to do the tiny little tango.

　

This is a different tiny little tango ,

different from the previous one,

and then,as you try to meet my eyes,

I look away,

I am focusing more on the floor,

And,Your kind eyes moisten.

When I finally look up to meet your eyes,

You look down focusing on the floor.

Our eyes never meet this time.

This is a different tiny little tango,

no spontaneous charm,

no gay abandon,

just lowered eyes and

cautious footsteps.

finally,

you DISENGAGE from this tiny tango,

and walk back to the waiting duck family.

The ducklings are eagerly quacking at your return,

mama duck is relieved you are back in her arms.

and me ,

the pristine swan continues to glide on the dance floor,

as the crowds applaud the finesse of my dance,

my strong moves and my delicate turns,

The gliding swan continues to glide on the dance floor.

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