The Dancers

by lonewolfpoetry

 

We watch them dance,

swirl, twirl,

and collapse in each others arms.

We sip saccharine sodas

and make polite comments

on the music, food, dancers,

whatever our listless gaze

falls desperately upon.

 We wait for the euphoric dancing

couple, begging for ‘please,

just one more dance, please’.

So I let you lead me to that dark

wall and breathily kiss my neck,

hot and wet, unwanted,

while I watch the heady dancers

swirl, twirl, and fall in love.

One Comment to “The Dancers”

  1. Great imagery and emotion. I can truly feel the awkwardness of- being in the right place-with the wrong person. I especially liked the line,” So I let you lead me to that dark wall and breathily kiss my neck, hot and wet, unwanted.”

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