Once upon a time... I was a dancer

Her movements were like the warm currents of a Havana night rendezvous
Her skin was radiant and defiant like a high tide's full moon
Your eyes forced you to follow her throughout the dance floor
Your breath came too quick too short for whatever other surprises she still had in store
The music was enveloped & tangled inside of her wild curly hair
Only to come out crisp, vibrant, splashes of color and lust released into the air
Congas, horns, claves, twists and turns and flips and dips, with a passion that refused to stop
She held your heartbeat on her hip, your soul in her poised arms, your envy in her skirt, and your body, was simply just her prop
She fueled the music with each spin
She fed you sex on a spanish guitar's rustic brown whim
Her smile lit up the entire floor with her raw love for the song
Her body was a slave to the beat and her feet knew no wrong
She would laugh when her toes would become numb
She would exhale instant gratification after landing that spin, or flip, or any body movement that her heart had decided to exhibit from
Once upon a time, I was a dancer that created latin poetry in motion
Once upon a time, I was an artist that created colors in the air to match the music that stirred your blood
Once upon a time, I was a magician that made you believe I could float across any surface
Once upon a time, I was a dancer
And that was my only life's purpose.

I was a dancer
Now I am a lover
I was a dancer
Now I know I never danced as well I could have because I was with another
I was a dancer
But knew nothing of what could become
Of dancing with my husband and suddenly two becomes one
My feet are twisted and overlap each ball-change
My twists are unfinished and my breath now has zero range
I was a dancer
Now I am a lover
I was a dancer
Now I realize that without my true love, my dancing was simply an introduction to what real dance with real love could truly discover.