me and she be dancin'
under smoochy light,
heart to heart and tum to tum
in shady crazy night.
for posin' more than pullin'
we airborne, in the groove.
me pilotin' me partner.
we cut we coolest moves.
i twirlin' her and curlin' her
we don't know we name
she got bad boy lover?
maybe on the game?
but feet astride the rhythm
we burn love's bitter rind
flying wild latino style
excitement in we mind.
him shaggy and unshaven,
cross bone rings and beardy.
tight cropped head and natty dreads.
a denim leather weirdy.
him badges, dope-leaf decals.
with bone to stretch him ears
so round they’ll take a cucumber
if he make 60 years.
hid behind him armour,
hells angel rider too,
scary'nough, he raggy rough.
tough tongue floating on the booze.
him shoot me me partner
on his vijo phone
him catch we up in camera
check out when he get home.
meanwhile we be dancin'
the music comin' fast
trumpets, congas juicin' up
the bass line thick and hard.
yes sir we can salsa
on tiled and dancin' floor.
him post we on website
we? we coming back for more.
© Patrick Ellis 2006
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