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.