the dance

she talks
of dancing, how the men
all
want to take her hand
and dance
with her.
mostly her.
she feels as if a queen,
the only
girl there,
the only one,
as she twists and turns,
letting her
dress fly
about her long legs.
she goes alone
leaves alone,
leaving them tired,
sweating,
wanting more, never
getting more.
you've never liked
women
like that.
and it's hard to listen
to.