dancing alone with dreams that make no sense

once upon a tango
in the blackness of the night
i found a little girl half green
a little boy half white

she called me pretty poet
i called her silly fool
i chopped her half in half again
left him floating stoic in the pool

twice upon merengue
as our feet creeped on the floor
i found a little heart or two
laying at my door

i remembered nothing
but still, it seemed a sin
i ate up the evidence
before i jumped right in

thrice upon a mambo
(was it six or five or nine?)
i found a soul or maybe two
but I don't think that it was mine

i sing about it often though
just incase i might forget
i'll have the tune to hum then
as a theme to my regrets.