This is still a draft of a poem I'm piecing together. A friend of mine had wonderful suggestions that made this sound like liquid romance... but it lost my voice. I'm tempted to post it, but if I do... I would give her all the credit. Coarse as it is, this poem below carries my voice.

Any and all suggestions from my peers are much appreciated.
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tides of rhythm
ripple and shatter
to the fire
of tin drums
as we glide on
meter and motion
-levitate
while pirouettes
of you
skirt the air
fall short
from the waist
and my hand
draws you
so close
as to feel
the tempo
of my heart
against
your breast
swing those hips
woman
dive into dance
surface miles away
with slight of hands
as I slip
behind you
mimic and strut
to the beat
that jolts the soul
spills elation
down the spine
climbs the thighs
as we Salsa
twist and bend
to the whim
of fingertips
feel the rough
brush the small
of your back
and clutch
when I dip
as you dive
backwards
eyes closed
and you never
touch the ground

again

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