Salimos A Bailar

Salimos A Bailar
The Tango
Thinking of Daniel


I feel the blood rise to my face–it’s getting hotter.
My heart quickens with every single beat.
Seductive glances– your brown eyes hold such passion.
Hypnotic whispers come from somewhere that is deep.

A man, a woman– in search of one another,
Engage in two-way unspoken conversation.
Internal music—provocative, enticing,
Inspired anticipation lends to rhythmic syncopation.

“Dance with me, dance with me,” I whisper.
Hold me close and slowly linger in my hair.
Lubricated, passionate expression,
Surrender to me, darling if you dare.

The silent music both arouses and it torments,
“Salimos a bailar,” the words I hear you say.
Sultry feelings translate into oscillating motions,
Entangled limbs and torsos interlock and sway.

And we dance the dance both mystical and haunting,
Expressing emotions we’ve desired to explore,
Powerless to change what lies before us,
Resulting in the tango on the floor.

Salacious movements vow to tell our sublime secrets.
Our ravenous hunger is obviously clear.
For an overpowering mesmerizing moment,
The force of magnetism draws our bodies near.

An abrazo has turned poetry in motion,
Throbbing heartbeats pound– then intertwine.
Sense the scent of harmonious contraction,
Magic moments reaching out for the divine.

We dance through space into a starry constellation.
The night air wafts an intoxicating high.
Stolen moon from midnight darkness creeps upon us,
As fiery starlight stabs and penetrates the sky.

The thrusting beat stirs passionate emotion,
The primordial dance of titillating splendor.
A carnal choreography that’s furious yet pure,
The final dance step is the one of sweet surrender.

And we dance the dance both mystical and haunting,
Expressing emotions we’ve desired to explore,
Powerless to change what lies before us,
Resulting in the tango on the floor.

EBay-Limited Edition Heart

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NO PAYPAL. Please read the fine print and follow my requests, this item can be shipped for shipping calculation(includes packing and handling) plus insurance and tracking - (required), the calculation is for destinations in the lower 48 US states, all other locations ask for your final S & H costs.

DESCRIPTION
This limited edition collector’s heart is soon to be retired.

This heart is excellent for the male heart collector. It is best suited to be placed on a shelf for display, as it is too fragile for ongoing use.

It has been broken a multitude of times, but it has healed without visible scars. Since it has been broken one time too many, it is likely to shatter if broken again.
Please note: one large piece is missing and the whereabouts of that piece are unknown.

Features:
Resting heart rate is 69 beats per minute
Weighs about 10 ounces
Beats approximately over 100,000 times a day
Pumps about 1.5 million gallons of blood a year


Disclaimer: this heart is sold "as is" because its underlying condition is unknown— it has been through a great deal over the years including, but not limited to the following:

It has been left in San Francisco
It has had its cockles warmed
It has been worn on a sleeve
Its been "learned by"
Its been in the right place
Its been poured out
Its been involved in a heart-to-heart
Its had affairs
Its been crossed
Its been followed
Its been coupled with soul
Absence has made it grow fonder
It has been unbroken
It has had a total eclipse
Its been home
Its been "played by"
Its been a lonely hunter
Its been sung out and played out
Its been achy breaky
Its been lost, its been changed
Its been in the right place
Its been "set on" something
Its been "of the matter"
Its gone on and on

Its strong point is it has never been attacked.

This limited edition heart comes in a special tin box. Hopefully the new owner will use it to spread love and joy to humanity as was originally intended.

Note: The bidder must know that the heart can no longer be used for male-female love because it is now empty— and that's why it is being sold.

No Friend of Bill W's

To my dear friend-
Stay OFF the merry go round!



He woke to a room stinking like elephant dung,
Opening one pasted-closed eye, he was again bewildered at his whereabouts.
His tongue, thicker than a leather shoe,
His head, like Muhammad Ali’s boxing bag.
Not again, he thought, not again.

A homely woman with the face of a goat
was curled up next to him with mouth agape,
Snoring like a beast with its throat cut.

Tossed into the corner of a low-rent room, the pile of empty pizza boxes wafted spicy fumes of self-loathing, depression and empty promises.
Cockroaches and flies used the boxes as insect hotels,
While feasting on semi-empty vodka bottles and stale stubs of cigarettes.
He grabbed his jeans, quickly dressed and hailed a cab,
Stopping briefly to puke up his dignity.

He wore rotten curdled dairy products for his cologne.
His eyes were gray —the color of the world he lived in.
His breath reeked like his enunciation,
And something hammered Morse code in his brain.
S-O-S
This was the last time he was ever going to do this .
Forever, he promised.
A clean slate.
No more .

He woke from his alcohol induced coma only to fall into another fast sleep
On a mattress infested with rat feces and urine.
Begging for the mercy that deep sleep provides,
Content in knowing this was the last time he would feel this way.

But too soon she came.
His silent mistress of bete noire
Knocked on his door of denial—
Obediently he let her in.

Smooth and cunning, she entered.
"Get on the carousel," she whispered seductively. "Let’s go for a ride."
Her voice woke the beast inside and he roared his ugly head.

His mistress called and he submitted—
His resolve once again by the wayside.
He wore his cravings like a tattoo—engraved into his flesh.



The binge —the mind- fucking drinking binge —called out to him.
God grant me the serenity . . .
I need a fix, he thought, but his bottle was empty.
to accept the things I cannot change . . .
He thought about calling a sponsor.
courage to change the things I can . . .
He had no money, so he slipped into the store and pocketed a fifth.
Just this once he thought

— to take the edge off—
He knew he wouldn't get caught .
and wisdom to know the difference. . .

His mistress with her verbal stripteases
played havoc seducing his mind—
Their love affair would never end.
His slavery to the bottle took his soul and carved it right out.

Little lost boy, where did you go
Somewhere down Alice’s rabbit hole .

The “oom pa pa" of the organ played a tune of surrender,
And the painted ponies of rationalization called out to him.

Climb aboard the carousel of acquiescence, apathy, and submission .

Taking to the seduction he did la danse macabre,
Twirling, dancing, hopelessly crashing.
Climbing inside his glass bottle tomb.
He downed the bottle of liquid bliss.
Novacain for a pained soul.

Lost to the music of the merry- go- round
As the horse of addiction went up and down
and round and round
and round and round.