“Are you awake?” “Yes.” “I’ve got to go.” “What time is it?” “Late. I overslept.” She turned peremptorily in bed, letting the sheets come with her. “Oh my God,” she said when she saw the clock, one of those digital jobs. It read eight fifteen. “It’s eight o’clock,” he said approximately. “No, its not,” she complained. “It’s eight fifteen. I’ve got to be at work in two hours.” “One hour and forty five minutes,” he corrected. They had a complimentary relationship. His wife and her boyfriend had no idea about these weekends these two found it convenient to disappear from one world and reappear in another, a world which consisted primarily of a king size bed, a dresser and a few modest amenities, in other words a motel room. “I’ve got an idea,” he said. “Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight?” She thought. “Oh,” she said. It sounded […]
I come from good people. In the grass wearing two identical white dresses are two identical white adorable children, baby girls looking to their left where someone they knew distracted them from someone with the camera. They are seated plump and full of promise and their names are Charlotte and Dora, pictured at Sunset Resort in operation over one hundred years though not nearly so many when the camera took their picture. You can see buildings in the background which still stand and the water is near off to the right, because trees are left of the babies. They wear laced up shoes of white leather and white stockings and they are so much alike in pose and appearance it might have been the same child twice as if the film failed to advance. The film did advance. Charlotte and Dora grew up too young to know but the Great […]
Tangos are danced in threes. The first an introduction. The second an unspoken vocabulary. Shall we? ♥ Tango One Hundred Twenty Five Once I saw you I could not forget. Love is eternal, created in a moment as life itself and living over time, but unlike life of flesh and blood, this life is spirit and lives without fear of disappearance. Tango One Hundred Twenty Six Let him be the high altar. Let me be the nave. Let him be the main entrance. Let me be the door by which the penitent comes to sit at the back of the sanctuary and says, “Have mercy upon me, a sinner.” Let me be anything in the cathedral of your love. Let me enter the house of God. Tango One Hundred Twenty Seven My darling, let me hold you. Your soul is mine. Do not fear sharing it with God and the love of […]
“I find in life we get what we need most when we need it most.” Julie – The Tango Room 1 It proved difficult to find. Three times I passed on foot before the door appeared set back surrounded by an ivy covered wall. Entering, I beheld an angel. 2 “We try to decorate,” she said. “Saturday nights we have a social gathering. We dress. It really is a family.” Yet, if every wall were barren, every color drab, the atmosphere, the expectancy of ecstasy in motion would be here. The room, this empty room exuded promise. “Last weekend,” she said, “we had eighty people.” 3 “Not the legs. Not the arms,” he said. “With your body. So. Is this clear?” Then he began. Always with the understated elegance of a gentleman, un gentilhombre one might say. “You see, just so.” Teaching with a fine internal line of rhythm, […]
Ninety-Seventh Rose Yes, my arms have held her. Yes, my eyes have lingered on her form. Yes, my thoughts have spiraled up and down the length and yes, the shapeliness of her. Yes, I forsook every other blossom and chose the rose.
It’s a wonderful place to live, but if you’re not poor they won’t let you in. JEF