Tango by Brigita Pavshich
Entangled
in a luscious fight
of desire and surrender,
a fire
only leaving ashes to remember.
She would tempt, expose,
then push him away,
he rejoiced in the rejection,
demanding, cajoling,
till she melted in his hands,
poured out her soul in a splash
of opulent movements and hugs and caresses.
Her essence touched
and stroked,
shoes resonated on
the tiles of the terrace,
their heartbeats in eight-count rhythm.
A lovers’ fight later
her chest pressed against his,
dance ending in a tango kiss.
Brigita Pavshich lives in Slovenia. She has published several essays and short stories in her mother tongue, one story placing second in a literary competition. Her stories in English have been published in All Things Girl and pulp.net. She works as a literary translator and is currently finishing her first novel. She can also be found at her website http://pausesbetweenthenotes.com
