Lady Salsa

Lady Salsa

Sways her hips

Inches away from my fingertips

Feet moving to a Latin beat

She looks at me

Our eyes meet

She comes up close

Feel so hot I need a water hose

Her head held high

Looks me in the eye

As if saying

“No can do if you don’t try”

My head is spinning round and round

Her body writhing to the Salsa sound

Quick-quick-quick-tap, quick, quick, slow

The heat’s enough to melt the snow

She takes my hand

 I’m so nervous I can hardly stand

1,2,3 or 5,6,7

Soon I’m in a Salsa heaven

As she rocks and rolls

Spinning like a top on her suede shoe soles

I hear her say

“Come on! We can shine!”

Just as the flame of the candle

In its brightly coloured glass holder

Flickers for the final time

To rapturous applause

Woken from my reverie

I hear Harry

Thanking everyone for coming

Hoping to see us all again

At next month’s

“The Stanza”