Bailador-Dancing

• Ana Slavica, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2007

In a sink of bubbles; she washes the dirty dishes,
Cuban music fills the apartment; as he fulfills her wishes.
Her eyes are closed; yet she follows his every musical move,
As they rumba to this classic Buena Vista groove.
Her eye lashes flutter with every blink,
As she distances herself from the kitchen sink.
She looks like a hurricane twirling in her beautiful black dress,
Her body flows like a wave in the endless ocean with his every caress.
This romantic rhythm and bestirring beat,
Has the neighbourhood swinging in the street.
Barefoot they dance on the cool kitchen floor,
The dirty dishes are a long forgotten chore.