when we dance salsa

warm and soft
between the shirt, between the rooms
the cars, the streets
elevator up! elevator down!
between the politics // between the sheets
and she’s so singular
when held in between urban heats
enter the bar and join the other dancers
what is the body? what is theirs?
something for blood to flow between?
guidelines on where to dance between?
jump up, and leave the earth
move Left, and leave the Right
move Right, and leave the Left
a few buttons, and leave the clothes
a few breaths, and leave with the soul
enter the bar, wanting
to melt down
the singular body
through the sweetly blind, winding
passages of salsa
traveling between them and us
and between you and me
we dance up to maybe
could we
push past
being in between


© lyw