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Endless Tango

by Ken Harnisch

Advance, retreat, regress
I confess, love,
To wondering at times
If we are taking lessons for the dance
Or proceeding on a course of love
Which, in its agonizing jerks and starts
Sometimes
Does indeed
Rattle the nerves.
I feel for your apprehensions
I will never make light of them
While I draw breath
But Time is moving on
And offers no regret for his inexorable advance
Into the wilderness of age.
Someday you may decide
You’ve had enough
Of this charade
And call to me, to come to you
I hope I can still get up to tango
When you do.

04/18/2001

Posted on 06/14/2007
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/17/07 at 02:02 PM

In refreshing symbolism you write of the rocky road of romance. Isn't young love marvelous?

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