I'm working on a series of poems that are companion pieces for photographs I've done. 

                                                   shooting the Tango Palace

in the window of the twilight Tango Palace

neon dancers

plug in            in the back a figure

bends    turns

the music up  an accordion

squeezes

the heart a shadow

in white Panama hat oils

knees hips slides

one leather sole across the wooden

glow of the dance floor

along the wall two

wary men watch 

me watch

them and below

the neon dancers a gray

striped couch where those

who know how

to tango

will drape

their ghost

bodies & those

outside will gaze

at the backs of beautiful

heads & imagine

transformed

faces & I

will lift

an eye

to catch

their light