If I wanted to court you
I might
show you
my cumbia
in New Jersey
or Mexico
or Guinea
or Nigeria
but if I show you
my Nigeria cumbia
you could never go back
to Lone Star
in Monterrey
no more baggy pants
or devil chants
would be
and then you would have to
see me
desiring you
wanting you
dancing toward you
making you feel love
like you’ve never felt
giving it to you
with every wave
of my hip
my arm
my hand
my dip
I wouldn’t let you
touch me
just watch
and feel
what it feels like
to be entertained
in the practice
of spirit
can you hear it?

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