Bachata On The Shores Poem by Mustafa Kenj

There, too many oceans but few to swim in
On the shores to hold thee's hands to dance
Where up to the knees wet and covered
Part of the sea us so we shall unity to feel
Rainy windy sunny wavey of solidity stand long
Our own bachata's masterpiece as long we live
Far from the crowd from the noise shall enjoy
The heart beats the us so we shall ever follow
Thus the figuers and the moves run mild wild
Fever of passion a fire alike started in the veins
Blood to the brain from the bulbing of speed light
What a harmony for the memory to longsustain