| This unfamiliar
tango still holds faint flourish, so she blandishes herself to remain within
its embrace. How many partying moons gone since last as now, only to waltz
away again immediately from being alone. No easy music tonight to quick
step over the brink into some other dancer's charms for a portion of life.
Jessie - her friends
always moan after her, every Spring, when it comes right back to the same
basic urge - just because you have a little of yourself to spare
right now, it doesn't mean to say you must give it all away.
Keep some. Keep some back for yourself. It had never made sense, not with her name. That must have been her mother's idea. Try as she often tries she can't imagine any man sending his daughter out into the world by the name of Jezebel. |