IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO

When I think of the years that we danced together,

pivoting, one foot chained to the ground  - I chuckle -

I lost balance and stumbled,

left alone with barred memories,

I wish I could have done better. 

No dear,  I won't apologize 

what I've put you through 

when the stick turned deep hue of blue,

was it a wonder or a shame?   

It takes two to tango, you know 

in case you didn't realize. 

You needed a complete nychthemeron to grapple,

a nod to what I've trod,  

- you'd cripple -

you irked of neither an alpha nor omega,

an intrusion on your planned and blithe life. 

I weathered alone the gamut of pregnancy,

neither did I weep nor shudder,

for she's a moon that shines my way,

and gives me a feeling of intimate complacency.

Her birth is a world's living treasure,

you have no desire to embrace us in your life of ephemeral pleasure.

​​​​​​misconception about contraception, 

leads us to the wrong direction. 

I am 

ONE 

better off 

than TWO 

dear as a deer 

moving to and fro 

away from this pandemonium 

hope to live life anew. 

IF WE HADN'T HAD AN UNPLANNED PREGNANCY,  WOULD WE STILL BE TOGETHER? 

     I WONDER!!!