love's last dance

does a rebirth consider love?

you know, the prolonging kind:

frozen goldbrown welltoasted leaves

or a regenerated thawing kind

forsaking an image of icefishing

past the evening-freezing-sunsetmoon?

or does a rebirth include love unrealized?

particles of a dream yet to come:

a romance unrequited

drowning mermaids parched from salt thirst?

maybe a rebirth embodies love’s lastdance/

a euphonic Viennesewaltz

gracing the grand Schönbrunn Palace ballroom,

or perhaps a Havana cigar and daiquiri machotango

sizzling fused souls dancing cheektocheek

partners helplessly melting

conjoined in a passionate arabesque?

I wonder who comes up with the guest list for this resurrection?

or is this tango closure,

a precluded process of elimination

with no options left to cross off a list,

the last crippled couple

broken down,

left with bitter herbs

yet craving nectar

dumped somewhere in a dancehall ashtray,

smoldering

Port St. Lucie, FL

6/6/2018