Latin Guitar

Your hips sway
Like the languid beat of a Latin guitar.

I say your name and you look at me
I sink into the dark pools of your eyes
Drawn into a moonless sky
Chasing the light of a distant star.

You walk my way
And your face stops close to mine.

I hear a whisper from your throat
A 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
I trace the curves and pluck the strings
But all I hear are the slow laments
The sobbing whispers of a Latin guitar.

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LAPC: Nostalgic