When the  pain and I are dancing tango

like the long-lasting dance partners

I am stepping back, and he approaches

with fast, long, and sharp steps

to dance around me for a long time,

knowing that I would like to refuse this one,

impose invitation to painful dance

precisely according to the established rules.

I am changing the side, the tempo

I chose another type of dance

where I can improvise in steps

and in the choosing of the partner

where there are no strictly divided roles,

that modern one, where everything is allowed,

so to dance all by myself, with poetry inside

painless and free of all that burden of cramps.

In a month the pain will

again invite me to the dance

with the first beat on the 23^rd day

and first beat of impulse

in the left ovary and the headache.

The pain is not coming

carrying roses in its hands

to politely ask me to spend

the time that we have to share 

as an obligation, we can’t avoid

just with the thorns, again

in its bleeding gums and teeth

smiling widely but faking accurate.