(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life

Sway, my love, hips

buckling, the mambo

pushes your legs up,

to my hand. The drums

pound to the foot’s

prance, and a shoulder’s

wave sparks the width

of the floor. Arms hip-

length, suckered smile

on your lips, the twirling

jumps atop air, we writhe

to the chants.


And, on that moment of

contact, you leap into my

arms, and above I carry

you, beyond the grinding

patter of shoes, beyond

the jagged drops of glasses,

beyond the wide-open



Atop your pedstal, can you

see the death blowing up

across the street, bombs

hidden inside babies, blood

oozing from sidewalks? But

I lower you to the ground, and,

for now — if only for tonight —

we dance.


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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