The sultan of his own tango,
he sings to the night in a
perfect state of euphoria.
When at first he lays
into the sand, and his
eyes tied to the precious
jolt of serene in her eyes
he can believe in his
own dismay.
He gave to her all the
world has to offer,
and yet the sky
still swept her away.
Still, goes on the
fever of need, for
both the lover and the
dead. Built on an empire
of morning kisses and
a nighttime touch. Yet
somehow he has fallen,
a dance broken and a
cry of song for the
night who listens.
He remains the sultan
of his own tango, yet
they remain the sultans
of the sky, the one who
took midnight love with
her, the one who stole
a heart from a soul.















Critiques
And I think you would benefit more in these story poems by establishing the character's personality, and characteristic traits more thouroughly.
I think it would help the reader make a better connection to the poem.
Because right now they're a little disconected, if you get what I mean.
I love the lines "Still, goes on the
fever of need, for
both the lover and the
dead. Built on an empire
of morning kisses and
a nighttime touch. "
I do like it very much, and I think it's worth working on further!
Love,
Carly
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