The Dance

Night club and beer  
bored to tears  
until she started to dance  
wild gyrating motions  
strenuous and powerful devotion  
to the pulsing sound
beating my mind down  
she was a skier  
that much plain to see  
calling her sturdy so unkind  
for her strong and willowy grind  
she danced for an hour straight  
never needing a mate  
covered in sweat  
certainly no coquette  
caring for nothing but wild motion  
and I wanted her bad  
to hold her spirit in my hands  
making her sweat just like the dance  
to see myself in her glance  
but I never had a chance  
she was complete  
and needed no man  
and then she was gone  
leaving memories in the dawn