Tango

A fitful moon tore

through ragged cloud,

stars were shy.

Madness touched him that night.

She, frivolous,

unrepentant.

Their hearts beat as one

as they swayed

to the tango

but she had danced

with another.

Steel lanced poison.

He held her close through the night,

keeping her warm.

Morning came,

She lay cold.

Maggie Cusick