Tengo Caricia

She moves through darkness
in stealth caress, betraying
each tango’s touch
held from memory
in nearly the same way
yesterday blinds tomorrow.
In any crowded club
true beauty shines
even though competition for love,
like winning the West,
depends on context more than content.
The past is as much a tragedy
as a lifeline, which is why,
little girls who become lonely ladies
compelled to dance with strangers,
so admire their heroes.