She, the natural <br />born dancer. <br /> <br />I, who <br />can’t dance <br /> <br />to save my life. <br /> <br />She, won’t dance <br />without me. <br /> <br />I feel so <br />guilty <br /> <br />depriving her <br />of this pleasure. <br /> <br />Think I will surprise <br />her <br /> <br />by secretly <br />attending salsa classes <br /> <br />thinking of <br />transforming myself <br /> <br />into this <br />fantastic dancer. <br /> <br />Sweep her off her feet. <br />No sweat. <br /> <br />But trying <br />desperately too <br /> <br />to struggle through <br /> <br />last year’s head injury <br />which makes every movement <br /> <br />an agony/ <br /> <br />Even a simple 1 2 3 <br />is not as easy as A B C <br /> <br />My shirt <br />is see through <br />with sweat & effort. <br /> <br />Perspiration <br />runs down <br />my arm <br />onto my partner’s wrist. <br /> <br />I drip to the beat <br />...beads of sound. <br /> <br />I can see the Yuck! <br />in her eyes. <br /> <br />I retire <br />in acute embarrassment. <br /> <br />Guess my dancing days <br />are done <br /> <br />& only <br />in my dreams <br /> <br />am I a secret <br />Salsa dancer. <br /> <br />Even in my own <br />kitchen <br />(I’m a wallflower) <br /> <br />as my wife <br />salsas with my daughter <br /> <br />The room <br />all music & laughter.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-secret-salsa-dancer/
