Steppers #2

A pale hand was    
Coming      
Around your neck      
A sign;      
That my pumps      
Were      
Encroaching      
Upon      
Your affections      
In earnest      
And this      
Remote      
Controlling      
Was      
Taking the skin      
Off of      
Me      
Bearing the weight      
Of emotions      
Floundering      
In      
Night      
Waters      
Taken      
Off shore.      
When      
You      
Gave me      
The signal      
To smile      
(For him)      
Unclothed.      
You leaned.      
I heard      
Something      
Being      
Referenced      
In the background      
Like      
B*tch      
(In the worst way)      
Under      
Those      
Foundlings      
And it hurt      
My ego      
A little      
Just to make      
Your love      
Stick      
Harder      
And longer      
On the sly      
Of his      
Unsuspecting      
Moves      
Turning      
My world      
Long enough      
To keep      
Giving it      
Away      
For you      
(On the      
Dance      
Floor)     
Until      
You’d      
Had enough;      
Cutting in.