I don’t like to watch you dance
because it stirs me up inside
and I know you have no interest
My infatuation
does me more harm than good
that’s when I turn to the Irish exit
In short order
I will remember seeing you dance
in that polka-dot skirt
I’ll have a couple glasses of wine
write a poem about you
and fall asleep with the TV on
(5 August 2017)
This piece is so filled with longing it makes me ache. The killer is the last line…how many times have I done just that? *sigh*
Thank you for this.