Step by step, you draw closer like a shadow,
Your eyes burn like the heat of day.
There is no turning back now, no more “no,”
I lose myself inside this dance.
Tango of hearts — fire and ice,
One movement, and I lose the ground beneath my feet.
Your hands, a rushing rhythm —
This is our forbidden film.
The music leads us, asking nothing,
The body remembers everything.
One glance is enough — the whole world disappears,
And there is no more “yes” or “turning back.”
Tango of hearts — fire and ice,
One movement, and I lose the ground beneath my feet.
Your hands, a rushing rhythm —
This is our forbidden film.
Your poem beautifully describes the intimacy and magnetism between two dancers. 🙂