In A Song

He could not hold her in his arms

So her remembered her in songs

That way she was even more beautiful in her absence

His despair was a sweet fire that burned in the darkness

Tears could not hinder the conflagration 

Or temper his Lust

The music played on despite the pain

While he danced oblivious 

A fool in the torrent

Overcome by the ecstasy of a shadow

Lost in the majestic rhythm 

Of love's demented erotic tango.