she taught him to dance
lies, one hand teasing
his waist, the other
pressing shoulder
backwards towards an edge
she swore wasn’t that close
at first he plodded
she flashed a slink
of thigh inside a V
slit, her black skirt
clinging like fever
she shuffled a cunita
flourished a pasodoble
leaned in close, her smile
a blade he halted
with his warm eyes
peering in, arm snake-
writhing upwards
he snapped his fingers,
spun in a circle
she followed until
for both of them
all the others
all the strangers
blurred into kaleidoscope
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