The Salsa lesson

If we dance again
Maybe I will get the steps.
If we dance again
Maybe my body will join the beat
Maybe my eyes will trust my feet
And let go of the floor
To meet your eyes before the dance is over.

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after you read my poem
I rush to re-read it myself
maybe I can still see it
through your eyes
or find traces you left there
like the warmth of your body
left in a chair

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An autumn leaf in a book
I had lent you
Remembers
How you placed it.
Holding in your mouth
One sweet end
Of a string of smiles

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Your love is a small,
Hard object
Of irregular
Shape
Which resides in your shoe.
But when you walk away from me
I can feel it too