The Spanish Dancer © 08 Paul Jenkins

I watched you
walk away from the apartment,
and glance over your shoulder
to smile and wave at me,
and how you pulled open your skirt
so that it fanned out
like a Spanish dancer’s might,
and thought
how beautiful you are
and how tender
our love for one another;
and you moved out of sight
and I stood in the window
watching the empty street
waiting
for you to reappear.