Tango’s Mask, by Joy L. Choate

Tango’s Mask

Behind Tango’s mask,
       Space yearns for her body;
       Silence waits for conversation.
Eyes roam forward, backward, sideways,
       Looking here, now there.
       Where is she?
Mouth twitches upward, wondering.
       Hand touches hand;
       Embrace listens like oceans feeling oceans.
Vibrating ears send new signals:
       Bodies now command brains.
       Muscles push against waves.
Resistance clears debris.
       Psyche returns charm for charm.
       Grace heals protected sores.
Feet feel familiar:
       Leather to leather,
       Slow, fast, kissing past each other.
Time flies like oysters making pearls,
       Tango mask falls from his face.
       Resurrection again.