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.