Flamenco

Does it diminish your

Super-capacity to love.



Walk like a matador

don't be chicken-shit

and turn breezes into rivulets



Flamenco-sweep the air

and weave the sun

and stamp you feet for everyone



Does it exhibit you

natural tendancy to hate



Maybe a prostitute

could teach you

how to take a compliment



Maybe I'll go to New York,

I'll drag you there

you said, "no one drags me anywhere"



Does it diminish your

Super-capacity to love.