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LATIN DANCE |
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SAMBA SOME DAY it's all up and down, that ankle in your heart ouches. We got the beat, so we're over the barrel. Pull me in and toss me away as long as the music's going. I'm that girl in Buenos Aires, swiveling hips, a big jangely head dress, glass chunks the moon spit into the night. Rubies, sapphire and emerald and hardly anything else. My rollicking strut will make nipples blur like tigers turning to butter or the lines in a pin wheel. My hips a snake I think you'd be almost afraid to touch |
ROOMBA YES? the Russian teacher grins. We do Latin tonight, yes? Her face, candles from a city close to Moscow. Fans and spiral swivels. The dance floor's icy wood melts under her giggle. The beat is coming, the beat is coming. What wasn't done in the office and should have been blurs like the edges of the room, fanning and switling. My body lifts upward, my knees soften like those parts that let existence begin |
BOLERO that dip toward you like a heron going for the glint of fish and then I'm backing away. A little somnambulistic sway. Who can decide if they want to go forward or backward. Smooth, you're smooth baby, I could drift in your arms. The waves of the body, and then we dross over. What arms could do |
RUMBA
no matter icicles are glazing doors when the rumba music starts to play,
starts the sway,
a touch, a dip,
Give me a Spanish
swirl, skin and
in your body, your
let my hips lure
spiral me and let |
WITH HIM IT WAS NO ZESTY TANGO Nothing slow with a sudden shot of spice. no swivels, no soft rock in a hot mango breeze. Just, honey, give me a rock step into you know where, baby, I'm waiting to be pulled in. I've softened my knees, my hips are saying what my lips won't pressed up against your hip. Bodies should be blending, a dip then a promenade. Wild love and hate Staccato. Uncurl me, throw me out and then pull me reckless- ¬ly back again |