Tangos are danced in threes. The first an introduction. The second an unspoken vocabulary.
Shall we?
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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 your
days and
nights and
now me,
the invisible
companion.
I hope
you will
allow this
fulfillment
of platonic
ecstasy. It
is no fantasy.
It is as
real as
any realm
in the lives
we lead
between the
heaven and
earth of
our existence.
Let me
hold you.
Let me
feel your
breath upon
my cheek
and as I
hold you
whisper
with the
rite of
confession
fully clothed
in righteousness.
Tango One Hundred Twenty Eight
Let my words
come into you
and there remain
as spirit burning
to ignite the
love you give
to others. I
ask no recognition.
Heat and passion
are their own
reward, but
perhaps a spark
set to music
someday, a soft
embrace and
invitation whispered
to stay.
Tango One Hundred Twenty Nine
Love him
and love
him all
the more
for loving
me. Let
my love
inspire you
to brighter
colors, flowing
folds and
quicker charms
because a
man loves
you afar
and your
man is so
close. After
all, is it
not the selfless
way we hear
spoken of so
much in church?
Tango One Hundred Thirty
Claim your
privacy in my
arms. Smile
your secret
smile of
knowing. You
love them.
How can
you betray
or neglect
when all
you give
is love and
all you
seek is
love and
all you do
is music
written by
God the author
and master
of the love
we share?
There is
enough for
everyone. Dance
with me and
claim your
privacy in
my arms.
Tango One Hundred Thirty One
I am dying
for your touch.
I am languishing
to see you
in an evening
gown beneath
multi-colored
lights amid
tables covered
by white
linen cloth
and candles
illuminating our
names on a
reservation card.
I am dying
to take you
in my arms
and dance
with you.
Comfort me
with stories
of eternal life.
Tango One Hundred Thirty Two
You cannot
imagine how
difficult each
day becomes
until I think
of you. My
words express
a bridge I
cannot cross.
God holds
the key to
access and
the time. He
rules in pure
love and
perfection.
Others may
come and go
into and from
your life and
express themselves
easily. I am
the one in
the corner,
waiting for
salvation to
bid me rise.
Tango One Hundred Thirty Three
The time has
come for us
to say goodbye
or draw closer.
The time has
come for me
to leave or
say I will
not go.
The time has
come to make
decisions, say
it must always
be or never
can and must
be closed.
I love you.
How can I
leave? I
take you in
my arms and
hold you.
My arms
strengthen their
resolve and
my hands
search for
ways to help.
I lift your
face to mine
and close my
eyes. Our
lips meet.
There is light.
Tango One Hundred Thirty Four
We will
never dance
in public,
you and I.
God will
see we
never come
together in
the light
of other
examination.
You and I
will dance
all the
more sublimely
for being allowed
to dance at
all.
Heaven will
see. Angels
will applaud.
God will
appreciate,
but we will
essentially
remain essential
and give our
moves our
tears our
love our
longing one
unto another
only.
Tango One Hundred Thirty Five
It isn’t all
inside and
personal. It’s
out there
beneath the
sky amid
the clouds.
A starry
night with
surf on a
calm beach,
a dew wet
city with a
million lights
reflected on
our polished
hood.
A tree
swaying with
a leaf
falling in anticipation
of fall.
It can be
so simple
in breathless
grace.
Tango One Hundred Thirty Six
I am the man
who steps
aside to leave
a blossom
uncrushed in
his path.
I am the man
who takes a
long look
at a rainbow
even in
the rain.
I am the
man who stares
into the embers
of a fire
and sees ancient
cities set to blaze.
Then there is
the man who
writes to you.
It is the
same man.
He loves you.
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