Salsa Dancing

Quick, quick, slow

Quick, quick slow

That’s the pace

You need to match

Should you fancy

This delectable dance.

One, two, three

Five, six, seven

An eight count measure

Ruled by these six numbers,

The four’s and eight’s

Signal an unspoken rest.

It’s there but not quite

Followed carefully by the rhythm.

The ladies’ dance

That’s what some call it

For it is about the ladies at all times.

Mistakes are regarded as the gentlemen’s folly.

When you have a moment

Of dancing with a free hand

Styling takes precedence

Where bodies are swayed and framed

By arms that extend and twist and turn

Unleashing the diva that lies within.

Don't look down

To fancy your own footwork.

Maintain eye contact

With the man you are with

For he who leads

with a strong arm and a sure foot

encases a passion reserved for you

and only you as you dance in his arms.

Back with the right,

Front with the left

That’s all there is to remember

To keep from losing your step

In the resonant beating

Of the congo and your heart.