Tag Archives: tango

Miracle

When kissing, we initiated our tongues to slow, deep, fevered tango, wresting the rabid miracle of pink from thin, slitted air.

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Symmetry

It is only when you learn how to tango like a crab along the sea’s mirrored edge, that language, as master to its own silence, hastens words to dance with the symmetry of intent.

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Tango

Summer, how butterflies tango in upward-moving flux

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