Little black dress

You made a big impression
With a dress of that size.
Many it would fit
But few could wear it.
You met each gaze with confidence,
The men drawn, the women wary.
This provocative sheath,
Captivated those following its dance;
Your lingering image,
My troubling mind.

-Boyle

Broken hearts mend with Tango

Broken hearts mend with Tango

 

Come to me

Hold my hand in yours

Hold me close

Let my heart feel your heart beat

 

Hold me close and pause a moment

Let's get centered

Let's feel the moment

 

Hold me close

Let me touch your heart

Your heart, broken maybe, tender, and vulnerable

My heart, too, broken, tender, and vulnerable

Let's keep them open

 

Hold me close

Pause a moment, let's get centered

Let's get in the moment

Hear the music?

Let's connect

Let's walk

Let's Tango

 

Talk to me not with your words

But

With your chest and your heart

 

I'll respond

Not with words

But

With my

Soft or a quick snap of a Boleo

  You'll know I heard you

You'll know I felt you

You'll know I'm with you

 

I'll respond

With my

Crusada

You'll know I heard you

You'll know I felt you

You'll know I'm with you

 

With

 

Our sweaty palms

   Drenched faces 

 And throbbing heartbeat

I know you are there

I know you hear me

I know you feel me

 

I know our hearts are connected

 I know we are dancing as one

And I know it is only you and I

Floating and lost in the moment

 

You know

And

I know

  At least for this dance, at this moment, it is only you and I

Alone, here and now

 

  I'm hooked

  This moment is the answer to the

 Broken heart

I don't want it to stop

 

Let's dance one more time

Come to me

Hold me close

Let our hearts melt together

Let our hearts mend

At least for one more dance   

Questions of a heart just opening

Are you ready
To touch your vulnerable heart?
To listen to its hoping beat?
To let it stay alive
In a time showing hopelessness?
Do you caress its feelings
Even when you can't allow
YourSelf to express them?
Are you strong enough
Not again to reject
Its pounding desire?
Are you courageous enough
To keep its precious door open
In spite of the hurt
That once extinguished
All light in your eyes?
Are you grown up now
To allow it to stay open?
Because once it has been touched
It wants to look
At all delicate surrounding beauty
With its tender eyes.
Do you believe in your own truth
Not condemning the ones
Who have to protect themSelves
For survival?
Can you stay the loneliness
That sometimes follows honesty?
Can you be with the Joy
Your body remembers
Once having been
In desiring, radiant, explosive
Connection?
Do you trust life
That it will happen again?
Can you take your heart
Into your own tender hands
Comforting it
For not feeling fulfilled
Its longing loving?
Are you ready
To embrace the world
Without having human hands
To hold you?
Are you trustful
To share your thoughts and feelings
By just offering them?
Can you enjoy all the moments
Being with yourSelf and themSelves?
Can you offer your presents
Being content
That they are taken
Just with thankfulness?
Can you bear that
Your heart's endless tender universe
IS TOUCHED BY EVERYONETHING?

You have arrived
YOU ARE READY FOR (LOVE) TANGO

. . . Maria Stoecker, May 2007