Mi Salsa

I miss dance as if it were a long lost lover that knew exactly how to caress you into a sigh
I miss dance as if it were an ex lover that tried to drown you in his passion and be enraged when he realized you survived
I miss dance like earth misses that delicate balance of soft breezed summers and moonlit kissed winters under a ruby red mistletoe
I miss dance like the rhythm misses my art from my soul
My feet ache
My arms are too heavy
My heart has a broken wing
And lately my mind has been occupied by bigger things
But dance, oh, how I miss you
I miss dance as if it were a lover that you only after dark because your secrets were so deep, the sun was jealous of your heat
I miss dance like it were my public diary and every entry was to the world filled with expression that no one could judge or criticize
Just observe
I miss dance as if it were my very hips and lips and backsides' exotic curve
I miss dance as if it were my latin paradise
I miss dance like an old man misses his wise insight
I miss dance because when I dance, everything is just right
The world falls to a whisper at the sight of my pose
Everyone collapses and surrenders and inhales only at the slightest curve of my toes
They all hand on to my skirt as I spin their world
They taste my sweat and fear the passion that course thru my hot blood
And I sigh a lonely sigh as I cry unshed tears that cause my heart to flood
I miss that dance floor
I really do
But how can I do, if not, with you?