Pros Like Us Pt. 1

We love

like a waltz,

a rise

and a fall.

The start

signals with a chime,

we dance 

together

in 3/4ths time.

We began uncouth 

then found our legs.

Born to suburbs

of Vienna. 

Upsetting the masses,

what we do,

called obscene. 

In response,

our heads held up,

no dip in our chin. 

pulling you tighter

as we commit 

to this blissful spin. 

We loved life,

at least escaping it together.

But opposition faded, 

and the heat

once felt on the dance floor, 

now cold to the touch. 

Once beautiful outlaws,

turned old, 

antiquated;

made passe.

Now that it’s accepted

it’s no longer exciting

not much more to read

when they’ve given up writing. 

A romantic rise

with a familiar fall.

Leaving a man

dancing with shadows

in an empty hall.