Dancing

To jitterbug and jive, perhaps to feel alive; Dreaming that I too could dance as well as you; Strutting to a tango in Chichicastenango Touring a veranda edged with jacaranda. Four eyes eagerly dancing; engagingly entrancing Above paired swaying hips and rippling tender lips. When the musical combo broke into a mambo Our hearts began drumming to a secret thrumming. We did a conch horn conga on the isle of Rarotonga Balalaika strumming, we tried romancing as we were sabre dancing I waltzed you like a rube along the Blue Danube And when we danced the line, I kicked my boots up just fine. But when I awoke, I knew my dancing was a joke; Just a stutter stepper or a sneezer inhaling pepper. 2/24/2019