Salsa Moves Poem by f. berhan kebede

Salsa Moves



Feet that separate from the hard wood if just for a moment
Like it was meant to be
You collect all the albums and always interrupt with a tasty morsel of trivia
Just as the girls fix their ears your way
Never make them fall in love with you
But you have never heard it phrased any other way
And you dance
And you dance
One hand after the other, even stealing charms
Directed past you
Your hips move as to dodge
Then grasp
The feeling, their feelings
The mood is yours
Treat it right
And
Take your shoes off at the
door
early,
late in the night.

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