Miami

moonbeams on palm trees

ice cubes tumble from my glass

my hips snap and glide

in rumbling rhythm

with yours

flushed and shaking

though an ocean breeze

swirls my hair

in the scant space

between us

tipsy, silly salsa dancing

we fall laughing, shoes flying

as the sea glitters on night sand

your warm hands on my face, my back

I'm thirsty and younger and

I want more