There was something wrong with the tangoThe turquoise passionate kicks black lit
By the violet electricity of her skirt
Accommodate the thrust of the dance
Yet the purse of her lips flexed tightly
I sat in a pose of remorse
I drank her succulent lips with my mind's eye
Most strangely her lips at that moment
Became wedded to his
My gaze a voyeur's embarrassment extracted itself
Light on violet and turquoise cascaded in ever
Refined gradated harmonies of love
This beauty was besides itself
I was on the other end of the kaleidoscope
I could see this beauty belonged to the universe
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