“Slow?”

“No, Fast!”

"Come on…while the sun is setting!"

Ok, then let's dance each other silly

spilling ice cubes and drinks

through bottomless glasses.

Let's dance shoeless

hailing Pharaoh and his drunken armies,

dance barefoot

pretending we are free.

Let's dance with the wind

like windmills declaring power,

dance eye to eye

 on top those graveyard ghosts

haunting this house.

Let's dance for all the mirrors

we have smashed

while enfolded in each other's arms,

dance where silence embraces

the echoes of our feet,

and let’s dance ignoring those temptations

no one else

save you and i

could ever understand.

NYC

1987