Bailando Soul
for Sonia
after Willie Perdomo’s Smoking Lovely, The Remix
While others toke smoke, inhale suspicions,
tighten the rusted chokehold, we
bailando lovely:
my mama's watusi to your papi's merengue,
hip sway and boogaloo breakdown on a salsa
floor slicked with lube, littered with condoms used.
Corazón a corazón, intertwined in dance,
mi alma in the palm of your hands,
you stroke it with poems y brisas de la Isla
where I have never been though
I am named after palm trees, sway
in my dreams, a mariposa melting on the wind.
This black/brown, brown/black bachata swirl called “us”
only works in our dreams where we kiss, dismiss
the different tongues between us,
remove the crosses from our necks, our backs,
remove thorns from our eyes, surmise a time,
long before mercenary crusaders and invaders, long,
long ago when we were one rhythm, one note
never lost in translation, always found in song.