Expressions Of Me By Monika Balfanz

The Tango Dancer The tango dancer is without a care Twirling and swirling to a Latin beat, The music electrifies the air. Moving in ways that no one dares Her skirt of burgundy flowers flies up high. The tango dancer is without a care

She only laughs, silly men stop and stare They will never work up the nerve, The music electrifies the air, Two by two, they separate by pairs, Alone she dances, not needing a man, The tango dancer is without a care

Her eyes are of a kind most rare, Deep black onyx that stare through your soul The music electrifies the air She wishes this night to never end Beats that last eternally within The tango dancer is without a care, The music electrifies the sweet air.

A sonnet of Hate Crimson hate courses through me like a fire, Lit up in the starry rage of the night. Your smile can only make the flames higher, You laugh even though you know I’m right, I scream and yell, trying to make you see the light, Nothing but violence results in the end, Try to change your will with all my might, Need to make sense of the rules you bend

Bridges that we have yet to mend Hate is my poison, stealing my breath, Patience is the gift that no one can lend, Crimson hate, blood red death. Black chaos morphing into burgundy Can’t you see the hate that you pull out of me.

Baby Jaguar Little baby jaguar, stalking in the mid-night. Camouflages in darkness, hidden from their sight. Angel roar resounds throughout the darkened playground. A little child comes out to play with curiosity unbound. Tasting scarlet blood running through the earth. Searching old places of his mother’s birth. Splashing in the water, deep with his bug best friends.’ Muddy paw prints trek through the dirty bends.

Lapping at the kisses of sweet dew laid for him Play time that lasts forever, hoping it will never cease Dancing into the Moon Mother’s embrace While keeping with the ancient predator’s chase Part of me is a little jaguar child Age brings me to this deep dark, wild.

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