Small How red the tip of her tongue licking salt from his palm --hot shot, he gives her some tequila, she dances. Baila, baila, Latina. Dance, twist my world around the world carved in you. How changeable his pupils, how, how they shrink and dilate,shrink and dilate, degrees of blueness and black. She pulls down the sky, pirouettes in the tickling rain of fingers. Baila, baila, Latina. Dance through this bed's ruby istants. How white his throat, the scream -- nails to nape toes twitching-- two hills of salt. How small her reflection in the ice.

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