A salsa of loneliness
the music made in my mind,
partnered by my shadow,
the only other of my kind
Missing the laughter
the flush of inertia,
burgundy swirls and
the latin hair
Arms apart, hand in hand
stick to the 8 beat
Tethered to the allegiance -
conforming coterminous feet
Particles of hope
follow my lead
Moving with mirror energy,
covet a bond to be freed
No tears,
pain pours out as Summer.
Insanity is tempted by
the accelerated promise of the drummer
Moving in and out of light
the purple weed of the night
swaying into a trance
is stomped down
... as I rise and DANCE!
It's been a while since I danced... especially the passionate Rumba beat variants like Salsa. The problem with ball dances is that you require a consistent partner to be good at them, which is not an easy find. However... more than dances, partners etc. , its most excrutiating when I miss time with me... my Shadow. Craving for some this weekend...