Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I miss the (tango) touch

The other night I had a friend embrace me in a way that I haven't had since I stopped dancing. It wasn't a tango embrace, it was just a sweet touch and a hug, but it reminded me of the intimacy I am missing out on.

I am not, overall, a touchy person but I get my fair share of hugs and cuddles. But it's different in a way I don't completely know how to explain. There is an intimacy that comes with knowing how people move together, how they connect beyond the words, that I think is unique to lovers, to mothers and their young children, to tango dancers.

And I miss it. I miss the touch and the touching. I miss the intuitive loving we do when we wrap someone in an embrace, or allow ourselves to be wrapped in an embrace.


i miss dancing


Lisa said...

A - I am sorry that such a sweet part of your life is on hold - it makes things so much harder for me when I do not have my routines that comfort me.

Thinking of you.

Alyce said...


ad said...

Tango will wait for you. Don't fret :)

Lisa said...

A - not sure if you participate but I nominated you for an award on today's post.


KennethSF said...

Must be tough to refrain from doing something you love to do. Can you imagine doing the steps by listening to the music, or would it be too tempting?

Don't Lick The Ferrets! said...

Wow, so few words and yet, you described that perfectly. I have never been a dancer, I have white girl rhythm, but reading that, I GET it. I think you need to get out and dance, girl!