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This Business of Dance
and Music
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When We Dance Salsa
A
true traveler is never intent on reaching a destination and knows that his best
adventures are usually found off the original path – The Alchemist, Paulo
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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
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