Latin Guitar
Your hips sway Like the languid beat of a Latin guitar. I say your name and you look at me And I sink into the dark pools of your eyes Like being drawn into a moonless sky To chase the light of a distant star. You walk back And your face stops in front of mine. I hear a whisper from your throat Like faint laughter drifting in the wind; You put my hands around your waist And I feel the curves of a Latin guitar. You left that day And I never saw your eyes again. I keep looking for the rhythm that we made My fingers trace the curves and pluck the strings But all I hear are the slow laments The sobbing whispers of a Latin guitar.