He pored over
her
like a poem
she
invaded his
memory
forcing his
feet to tap
hesitantly
against
the hollow
wood of his desk.
She bent to
kiss his brow
and let her
breasts brush
his shoulder
tempting
his Priest’s
hands his
desire.
The music began
and
there was
no lingering
in the chair
the feet the
fast
wind to move
their spirits
in a
sweet rumba
a melancholy
cha cha a
wild tango.