Last Dance
Oh be my heart for me when it stops beating,
my lungs to breathe thin air painfully chill,
my feet to dance the world while I am living
as they still want but now no longer will.
Be my two arms and tug me in our tango—
flamenco palo, wrap your wings around
my lithe frame, chant me our concluding canto
with all the strength in us you somehow found.
Oh sit with me and reminisce those dances—
pure, perfect passion, smile and lift your head,
observe illuminated skies above you...
We meet again, we'll waltz soon in Atlantis.
With you here, there is nothing that I dread,
do not be sad, this is not an adieu.
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