while waters surge past shorelines,
as winds whip through trees and beat up window panes...

we dance salsa over the tiles of your living room
I, in a maroon night slip,
you, in only a white bath towel around your waist
from merengue to bachata you hold me tighter,
belting out the words as you guide me
I laugh as you spin me faster,
the turns get more complicated but I never lose you

moments later, I'm falling asleep with your warm body wrapped around mine
your soft kisses make me forget the predicted storm
despite the uncertainty, despite the speculation
we can only wait to see what tomorrow brings

11/03/2005

Posted on 11/09/2005
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