eye contact

your eyebrows wiggled like pale caterpillars

salsa dancing erratically

oh how i wanted to pet them

whispering,

"calm down little friends"

and so

our limbs followed.

all night we shook ourselves silly

until dampness tickled open pores

my red jacket, off it peeled

baring shoulders

we swirled like matador and toro

or children

or coffee and cream

 hands holding backs

hips like metronomes

lips and teeth colliding,

unraveling

the

primordial motions

of strangers.