My super-ego forbids it

this forbidden tango,
the uncoordinated
left-footed
waltz.

one step:

We loved each other.

second beat:

We almost kissed.

third turn:

you stepped on me.

fourth twist:

i truned aawy

fifth step:

i lsot my pcale


My super-ego forbids it,
my id says to LEAVE,
to find another twist-and-turner.
Someone who won't merely
"Carry you
(with
Footsteps
in the
Sand)."

but,

I want to dance.
I want to tango.

My ego says yes,
my heart says no.


It's paradoxical.


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Just to clear up things... This poem isn't about love. It's about making an important decision... And if you caught this, I bolded the "t" in "tango" on purpose.