Dancing with Felix<\/p>\n
Frannie Z<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Bailamos, sweet Felix!<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s build a wayback machine.<\/p>\n
Take us to when you were fine<\/p>\n
and tough as six inch nails<\/p>\n
and when I was built<\/p>\n
like the proverbial shithouse.<\/p>\n
Mostly, to when we both<\/p>\n
could dance the night away.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Vamos, Felix.<\/p>\n
Take that shirt off.<\/p>\n
Let the fine young men<\/p>\n
See just how buff you are.<\/p>\n
I will dance in my bikini top<\/p>\n
And shorts,<\/p>\n
The ones with black glitter.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Dance, Felix.<\/p>\n
They are starting the drums<\/p>\n
that quake across the room<\/p>\n
and adding syncope<\/p>\n
With that lazy tambourine.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Show them your moves, Felix.<\/p>\n
They are craning their necks:<\/p>\n
the ones from the islands,<\/p>\n
the ones from East Harlem,<\/p>\n
the Bronxitos,<\/p>\n
the ones from Brooklyn,<\/p>\n
even those from Westchester.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Swing those hips, roll them slooowwwly<\/p>\n
like a python about to turn<\/p>\n
but teasing until he pounces.<\/p>\n
Hold your chest out<\/p>\n
and nod half nod your head arrrrooouunnnd.<\/p>\n
Make them want to beg.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Then half turn again so they can see<\/p>\n
in back.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Hide again just slightly<\/p>\n
until you see their tongues<\/p>\n
waffling out.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Then break, break, spin<\/p>\n
to the high woodwinds<\/p>\n
to the flute that goes so light<\/p>\n
that it stands your hair up.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Cap it off by showing them again<\/p>\n
just a glimpse,<\/p>\n
then swirling those hips faster,<\/p>\n
slower,<\/p>\n
faster, then slower again<\/p>\n
until they sigh and gulp.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Oh, my Felix, you tease<\/p>\n
better than a breath<\/p>\n
of cool air<\/p>\n
on a summer night.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You are a long summer night,<\/p>\n
the longest,<\/p>\n
one that heats the sky<\/p>\n
red under summer stars<\/p>\n
forever<\/p>\n
As long as you dance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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