I Danced, Once, with Her

I danced, once, with her
Weather Report was playing
“Between the Thighs”
and in my mind, I was there
She danced back at me, her hips
hopping to my spoken word, her
being to my bop, ebb to my flow
She washed along my shore
her big hair lapping me
like red waves, unkempt on my beach
dancing in the way hair is supposed to dance
daring me to catch it and run my fingers through
to pull her to me, taste her
lips
and her lips
and perhaps the milk of her
smile

she never heard the music I selfishly
hoarded via pin-sized ear buds
but she heard my body singing
calling her, and she sang right back, and
damn could baby sing
could she sing baby
could sang them notes
and I pulled her to my
heart
and kept her there, forever
once

I danced with her
just that once,
and always