nzingha
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I have long wanted to tango.
The twists and turns of legs slicing into each other’s spaces
While heads held close never look into each other’s faces
Passion banked; a fury restrained
For a later time, meant to be maintained
Over all time. A passion
That does not die with youth--
A romance of minds which each seek beauty and truth--
I have longed for this.
And you sent me
A tango. A song whose words urge courage
To risk flight like baby birds
In pursuit of love
With reminders of awareness of time
A song of tender restraint, a request to abandon
Caution with still mighty hopes not to frighten
The listener.
There are no butterflies, though;
Just matter-of-fact, mindly sexual wonder:
That I lived to see a man such as you
Before going under.
My Response To A Man I Love Sending Me Hindi Zahra’s Live “Beautiful Tango”
by Nzingha