Latin Lover

He wrapped around me, like cellophane,
protected the clammy sophomore.

In black cape and broad-brimmed hat, 
he flowed into the tango, drifted 
over the balcony into her dorm room 
carrying a bouquet of yellow roses.

My date yearned for the man pasted 
around me, the one reflected in her eyes.
She grew giddy, then sullen, saying, 
she was beginning to think I was gay.