POETRY: El Tango

Jul 6, 2016 | | Say something

Birthed in the brothels of Buenos Aires,

Your violent movements were calmed,

Your timing made precise.

From a Dance of War,

You became a Dance of Passion,

You rose to the highest ballrooms

From the lowliest of slums.

Yet still, for all of your sophistication,

I catch the faint smell of your origins,

Within your powerful movements.

I feel the secrets of your birth,

Beneath your glamour,

Lies a coiled serpent ready to strike.

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