this poem came from my sitting in a higher up's office waiting to be interviewed before I was to take some test furthering along my career at the time in the field of working with mentally challenged adults. As I waited I noticed a water color painting done by one of the clients and the colors and shapes which looked like two tango dancers dancing in some glorious sexual entwining utterly fascinated me and so this poem came to me and I wrote it on, of all things, the back of my check book cover as I had no other paper at the time to jot it down on. I'm glad I did. Otherwise the words would have been lost and the painting would not have been remembered likely.
