When rift did cleave our deep intimacy
I kept my fears at bay determinedly
I felt time would heal us gradually
I let it tick and tock digitally.
Then, hours became days & my fears flared
My moody baby’s rendered me blacklisted
My lady lovely, has rendered me blocked
My body became tense and tormented.
Then, the fears did grow to be fully fledged
The flight’s so stark and highly escalated
The plight’s pure torture, I lie paralysed
The light’s very low, it’s almost faded.
But to concede defeat I cannot do;
For you’re my 💖 and thus I must pursue.
I carry you everywhere I go
I hear you everywhere I go
I see you everywhere I go
p.s. The phrase, it takes two to tango, implies a situation in which two people are paired in an inextricably-related manner.
p.p.s. The film, Last Tango in Paris can no longer be comfortably viewed as artistic erotica, see, e.g.,:
Revisiting Bertolucci’s artistic ambitions and abuses in Last Tango in Paris
Sex and Punishment
Four Thousand Years of Judging Desire