like horses the fandango is
ones who you may not be sure
want to trample each other
in love’s wild stampede
to stand still together
or mate in parting
leaving just one
beautiful still.
you lead me into destruction
and what kind of fool does that make me for following?
caught in the hypnosis of your breath
or the imagined image of saving you right before you hit the cliff
…it exists with that duality of reality
the fact that you cannot be saved
because your allegiance already lies in demonic ways
it’s as much your nature to destroy
as it is mine to create
and the heavens shake in joy
—or is that laughter?—
at our nonspecific but predestined pairing
in the end
we do the same tango
as any other set of loves, lovers, or love-lovers
we’re set in opposition from the day we fought our way into the world
on the same slippery canal i want you to re-enter
with twice the love you left
on the same road you are so angry at for leading you into life
and instinct rides you to break if you can
but you never realize how resilient creation’s path is…
of course
neither do i
or my chase would be over.
we’ll continue
as i sit wearily in timeless disregard of you
i know
it will begin again
you will return to me with wrecking plans
only difference will be your face
and like always
whatever i want to build
you’ll smash as is your purpose
without guilt
like horses the fandango is
we dance into
into our dying duet.