The Men Don't Dance

I feel the beat,
and in turn
find myself moved
to a busy dancefloor
always outnumbered by women
but thrilled by such odds
inevitably drawing one
close to me
eyes locked
safely seeing
if our bodies would match
in a different arena,
and my skill isn't as important
as my willingness
and that shift to a slower tempo
draws one to ask
if I will join
which I graciously do
and so often
it is confessed
that the husband don't dance
- it is a common complaint
and so, briefly
I engage in that unmet need
and I still go home alone,
but I wonder sometimes
if she thinks about it later
and if she does,
I'm glad I could help.