Last night, over the course of two hours, I faced three beautiful people in various stages of loss to me (newly declared and imminent, known for a while and imminent, complete), of various degrees of past closeness (a teacher, a tango friend, a lover). Continue reading “Three Losses and Dreams”
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Tango Cafe
As wise as you are and as mad as a hatter, as pushing and pulling, as scared and undisturbed, as unwilling to surrender, to live, to be with me – not able, I believe you dear that unable you may be… You smell like heaven.
And if this is the only thing I can’t deal with right now – it’s not too bad, is it?
It’s that and that I will not open my heart to you when I dance with you – not yet.
Love letters understated 