Tonight I went salsa dancing at El Palomar Ballroom,
watched the couples flowing
rhythmically together,
thrusting and twirling,
entwining like vines,
heels sliding gracefully
across the floor,
and I could not help but think
of you.
Of how at the club
you held me close against your chest,
wrapped your arms around me,
squeezed the rounds of my breasts,
your hands large, like pads of nopal,
and you kissed my ear,
and roughly spanked my ass
and said:
“I’ll dance with you
in bed.”
My latin lover,
you are so sabroso,
so spicy,
so rrrrrico,
so mmmmm…
You captivate me
with your hips
that sway
against mine
to the fluttering heartbeat
of the Earth Mother.
A glass of sangria.
Por favor.
Another shot
and I am drunk
on your caliente beat,
your fino brown skin,
your suave moves,
your animal lust.
When you want me,
you WANT me.
You are primal,
you are graceful,
you are so macho
but tender
like a squash blossom
and I want
to dance with you
all night long
until el pinche tequila sunrise.
