eye contact

your eyebrows wiggled like pale caterpillars
salsa dancing erratically
oh how i wanted to pet them
"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,


primordial motions
of strangers.