Pedro Alvarez Tango Argentino
Pedro Alvarez Tango Argentino I

With the gentle touch of your fingertips,

like a brush stroke to my being,

color slowly spread throughout every inch;

color slowly began reappearing.

I didn’t know how hungry I really was,

or how petty my self-judgments were.

You, my dear, make the clock stop

with your eye-locking, throbbing whisper.