He struts down Fifth and Lex
a cavalier partisan of the urban mystique.
With winged feet he grooves
on sunbeams down the busy avenue,
strikingly as a child’s prayer.
He is humming freedoms lucid tune
the rhythms hurling through the rigid morning air
like zeusian thunderbolts launched from divine fingers.
His jazzy rhapsodic voice embraces
a trampled rose crushed beneath the prada wearing crowd
hypnotically shuffling through the blistering noon exchange.
He stops to admire the graffiti Madonna
on the east wall of the corner bodega,
before shooting some hoops at the public concrete court.
His sumptuous eyelashes paint the Barrio’s dusky skyline
with lush magenta swirls, trimmed with golden-topaz tones,
against the vibrant lavender canvas of the evening.
The silvery-purple nuances of his tantara timbre
conjure the harvest moon with the accented
whispers of a yearning Latin lover.
Jiving down the concourse of domino matches being waged
(illuminated by the fluorescent halo of the street lights)
under the diamond covered velvet of the midnight sky,
he lassos the senorita’s supple olive frame with his big rugged
hands into a cross body lead yielding to a casino Rueda
like the paws of a panther fiercely mounting a thick mossy tree.
Her voluptuous body swaying in concert with the salsa breeze,
their feet scorch the coble city pavement
as they merengue amid the tenements.
Their blazing eyes lock as he cuddles her curvy form
gently against his heaving chest.
Delicately he nestles a dark tiger lily
within the mass of her raven tresses,
as they crash like mighty waves against the defined
shoreline of her back.
The variegated dawn breaks over their sensual souls
as their sultry lips rumba to the beat of the urban groove.