Dreaded, beautiful, supportive:
The foundation for the art we create.
A globe of warmth, a springboard for freedom
diving into the unknown of
To share, trepidation; vulnerable desire.
To insist, tolerance; unwanted desires,
Unwanted hands seeking to feel love, security,
Learning with whom to hold
To know another person, a special knowing
The secret joy of feeling connected
I want our feelings to be mutual, whether wanted or unwanted
But even hope is asymmetrical in
Can I hold you?
Can it be pure, in our world stained with distance?
In this world that tints my canvas black,
Can we paint a prism?
Our toes could dip and sway, yours and mine
Even if your brush is dry.
Maybe we can plunge into the paint
You can pretend that it’s fun, I can pretend that it’s easy
To feel loved once more in
This blog entry was motivated by the following work:
Amelia Rachel Hokule’a Borofsky’s “I, You, and ‘the Embrace’: Tango as Relationship Therapy”