Salsa dancers and seagulls
If we were Salsa dancers,
We would dance,
Through the midnights in a daze,
In our own carefree way,
We would wear exotic gowns,
Upon our svelte bodies,
That Shimmered like tambourines,
In the Dazed,
And carefree crowds eyes,
They would sigh,
And kiss our hems,
With bouquets of sweet irises,
Love like jazz would abound,
As our warm rhythms unwound,
But we're not Salsa dancers,
We're j
