The Unified Theory of Salsa

His left foot moves left His right foot moves right His right hip moves forwardHe steps on something softHe hears a deep breath - inhalingShe smiles awkwardlyIs there an equal and oppositereaction behind her lips?His breathing quickensa bead of sweatan enormous, torrentialsluice of sweatis dropping off his noseTo the floor Plop PlopA couple gyrates past with a birdlike grace–sequined plumage the light refracts, unwilling,or unable to hold them, like notes through the windowHe doesn’t know the Spanishbut he can feel it, language is strangelike that - sometimes it transmitsthrough the static corridor of silenceopening between steps. She breakslike an excited electron repelled andattracted to new partnersHe puts a cold beer to his foreheadHoping to unfogdance lesson memoriescounting mental stepsspinning mental hips…. ……… ………. … . ……… …….. …………………. . . …….…… …… …… …… …… …… …… …… …… …… …… …… ……………………After an hour the space closes in,but the music expands the wallsbursts the bar into a…