Mama

A poem by me, published in a former life....

Mama

Mama
you samba so well
that your sensuality infuses all
who come close.
The whole room moves to
the sway of your hips,
beats to the pulse of your dance,
and blazes from the radiance of your body.

Oh, come to me
Mama!
Take my hands and
guide them with your rhythm
so that I, too,
can learn how to shake an entire room.