Walking through, dying, got blood on the snow now
Melts right through, leaving a cavity of ice chipped
I see a leaf blow by, raped by the wind and
Another one, well I guess it takes two to tango

Feeling light headed, blood spots and eyelids
I lay right down watching the sun burn a hole
Through my retinas, just as the moon comes out shining
It does the same, well I guess it takes two to tango

Wetness pulses forth into a consumed cushion
My head falls back, crushed, as the trees make shadows
Resembling angels and devils, both close in darkness
Making love, well I guess it takes two to tango

Right?
Never have I forced my hand into a hot, wet arroyo
But
Gathering my solstice embraced bleeding appendages
They will not sleep and they know not end, STUCK!

Every time
I feel a heartbeat of another
Shy back
And hang my head on just one string
Last night
Was a little red under the sheets
Who knows
Just why someone would try to kill me

Right?
Never have I forced my hand into a hot, wet arroyo
But
Gathering my solstice embraced bleeding appendages
They will not sleep and they know not end, DOUBT!

Soreness feels old though it’s hard not to regret
Watch immortal’s sweet hypocritical loving
Do I see another drenched hiding under her own blood
Could it be, well I guess it takes two to tango

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Christopher's Dead

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-takes-two-to-tango/