The Fandangle

 

Would that we could we would

wouldn't you

Dance

A tango?

Slow-close ritualized steps

gliding, sliding, knowing all ways

which way to turn and bend and then

when to melt each into each

other's eyes.

Would that we could we would

wouldn't you

Laugh

At desire?

Cool silk rustling against not

so cool skin. Hot hands fumbling all ways

knowing and in knowing

just now discovering just now

following cherished familiar

pathways.

Would that we could we would

wouldn't you

Eat

Passion.

Orange-red

with soft full-luscious flesh

all those juices dripping

at every bite. It is quite

as delicious as

a mango.

Theresa Thompson