When we dance on that crowded floor
the vibration is something science can't explain
and the sweat that shrinks our hair glistens
like a disco ball above our heads
and our feet syncopated
with the clave, drums and trombone
are speaking a languare familiar and from the heart
and before we catch our breath
the band has taken it up a notch
all the while invoking the ancestral intensity
of Tito, Celia and the rest of our familia
our arms intertwined, hold, flick, flip and dip
of course never losing the connection
and somehow our hips got involved
and began to move magically on their own
and although we are fully clothed
it feels like we are naked 2 year olds playing in the garden
and if we knew what immense joy felt like...
this would be it...this would definitely be it...
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
First Published in REVELATION ART Poems
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