When you danced with the Mambo Kings
and you found sultry
in the sway of their movements
you tasted salsa
spicy upon your tongue
and swirled in dances
twirling on your feet.
You hung out of club windows
at 3 AM
waving to the milling street crowds
clamoring for a carnival
bringing color and heat.
Then back home
Apt. 5
up 3 flights of stairs
all the neighbors
in everybody’s kitchen
sailing back on memories
to cabanas and palm trees
all steamy and tropical.
Yellow kitchen curtains
open to the night air
letting in the beating, pulsating music
floating in free form notes
those songs of love
dizzying dances of desire.
Who will dance the merengue now
that the kings have passed on?
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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