Watching La Musica

We used to dance.
And I would close my eyes.
Feeling him turn into me and lead my hips with his fingers,
and I would smile,
tilting my head slightly back
as he whispered,
"Oh Bonita... Preciosa. Why do you close your eyes
like you can see La Musica in your head?"
"Because I can," I laughed.
And so we took turns.
One blind,
the other watching La Musica.