Salsa Lesson at the Latin Jazz Alley

The dance floor is a fistful
of flamboyán petals, scattered
twists of sinew and stilettos,

a rainforest of thighs. Tonight,
a conga will conjure raindrops
under a blue silk dress

and I will ache for a woman
who dances in a tongue
where God and goodbye

share the same root. Tonight,
I will learn grace
as the art of letting go.