She, the natural br born dancer. br br I, who br can’t dance br br to save my life. br br She, won’t dance br without me. br br I feel so br guilty br br depriving her br of this pleasure. br br Think I will surprise br her br br by secretly br attending salsa classes br br thinking of br transforming myself br br into this br fantastic dancer. br br Sweep her off her feet. br No sweat. br br But trying br desperately too br br to struggle through br br last year’s head injury br which makes every movement br br an agony br br Even a simple 1 2 3 br is not as easy as A B C br br My shirt br is see through br with sweat & effort. br br Perspiration br runs down br my arm br onto my partner’s wrist. br br I drip to the beat br ...beads of sound. br br I can see the Yuck! br in her eyes. br br I retire br in acute embarrassment. br br Guess my dancing days br are done br br & only br in my dreams br br am I a secret br Salsa dancer. br br Even in my own br kitchen br (I’m a wallflower) br br as my wife br salsas with my daughter br br The room br all music & laughter.