Take me dancing before I die

She wondered briefly if the smell of roses
when there were none to be found
might be evidence of brain trauma

Brushed it off and convinced him
salsa dancing was the way to fix this
focused on their connection as they

glided across the dance floor. They were
lithe and surreal and all the things
young love was supposed to be

but she already did not feel it
and he did not yet know it

as he held her tight and breathed life
into her limp body, but her mind was gone.
He wondered if she wore new perfume … 

She smelled rose-like as she departed his world.


Read Bennett’s salsa poem here.
Read Phil’s salsa poem here.
Read Heather’s salsa poem here.
Read Thomas’ salsa poem here.