(i return from a "quiet" spot, to rejoin lomyl.)
a friend sitting next to us: "would you like to dance, or do you want to wait a set?"
me: "i am sorry. i need to have a moment to return. i just had an incredible dance with lomyl, and i am still in a trance."
(eleven hours after the milonga, i remain in the trance. lomyl and i talked about our shared moment.)
lomyl: "you can't lie to tango. our dance reflects our emotional connection."
...
(completely unrelated. or is everything connected somewhere somehow)
me: "last night, i was in total command of my body."
lomyl: "and mine too."
me: "nope. i was in total command of my body. i could only offer suggestions to yours."
...
(another meandering piece of memory)
lomyl: "you think i would like dancing with him?"
me: "yes, he is a despot."
1 comment:
Oh!, I feel joy for you!
and, how nice to read your words. It's a weird thing to second guess that state of bliss, but I did. Not for myself, but for him. Your post was exactly what I needed to hear. Thank you!
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