In ballroom dancing class
[ poetry - november 08 ]
It is not necessarily a bad thing
for her to feel flattered
that another man
has noticed her, watches her dancing,
pays some attention to her,
tries to dance with her whenever he can,
and not be too obvious about it,
seeing as his wife is in the class too.
That's not bad, I guess,
a little ego gratification is human.
But what isn't so good (for me),
what bothers me, haunts me now nightly,
is when the occasion arises for her
to dance with him, she obviously
enjoys it more than dancing with me.
She chasse steps with him, performs
promenades, cross-overs and underarm turns
with him, finally returning to me,
after the dance is done,
all flushed and excited, bright-eyed
and out of breath.