Cuban Lover

He wordlessly reached out his hand,

this t-shirt clad and quiet man,

as he led me gently to the floor

I couldn’t help but wonder

how exactly this would go,

whether he would or wouldn’t know

how to lead me through turns and twists and steps

and correctly dip me under.

My lies about love grew bold and loud

floating round my hair like a rain cloud

and when he pulled me into his stance

the cloud clapped angry thunder.

But in a moment still and clear

I looked at him and saw no fear

a gaze free of calculation

tore my lies asunder.

The steps we took at first were slow

till both were sure how it would go

and surer, surer still we stepped

till feeling just took over.

Soon enough the cloud had cleared,

my shoes had up and disappeared!

and onlookers to my laughing glow

would scarcely guess me sober!

Through spins and strides and turns and dips

of brightly swinging salsa hips

my unexpected gallant man

did lead and pause and hover.

The flush rose to my warming cheeks

as feet matched latin dips and peaks

and spanish sang out on the breeze

until the song was over.

My fluid partner, strong and true

kissed my hand and said “thank you”

and as he walked into the night

I shrank into familiar cover.

The choice was mine – I could resume

the lies that had foretold our gloom

or bask in the remaining glow

of my Cuban dance-floor lover.

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