Casa De La Musica. Cuba Poem by Steve Caine

Casa de la Música Cuba.

Cuba Libre!
I shouted across the bar,
crushed between dark thighs and red lipstick,
fighting for breath in the warm embrace of heartbeats.

As the hypnotic rhythm met with Cobra thoughts,
I melted into the moment.

The rows of sequin behinds moved in unison,
without imagination shaking the stage.
I left the Lime and empty glass,
to be dragged on the dance floor by strong hands and a stronger heart.

She span like a dervish, her deep eyes never left mine
but for the second her hair raced across her face.
In the moment of embrace, all but too short,
fingers move in the delicate fight,
as the night unfolds in Neon lights
In this dark Latin place.

Ears drowned in drums, heart out of pace.
My legs aching, she sat on my lap,
The sugar Mojito framing her mouth as the lonely ice danced in the glass.

Head back looking at the ceiling,
shirt steaming, I stared at the fan.
Circles circles all night long,
With a girl with no name,
and me with not a care in this rich, hot, Wonderful place