There She Danced

There she danced
in a flowing gown
and flowing hair
that also danced
as she spun around.

Her eyes were locked
clearly in love.
To those around
the couple fit together
like hand in glove.

She dipped and glided
in a ghoulish figures' arms.
Who could blame her?
For no one was immune
to his darkish charms.

The music reminiscent
a soundtrack to his dreams
of she and he dancing
in a Newport mansion
across orange sunset beams.

Yes, he saw this couple
in all their grace.
The look of love
and stories untold
animated her lovely face.

He smiled and sat
and sipped his drink.
He was happy for them
and for her
though started to blink.

What was this habit
he seemed always bound
of witnessing the women
he cared about
paraded around?

He knew too of his dear friend
on this very night
Who too was off celebrating.
Gone clubbing
in attire so tight.

She too loved the music
and the attention from eyes.
The rhythm, the lyrics
would induce her
to hypnotize.

And for she he was happy
for all her troubles, to still smile.
It gave him great strength
and made passing pain
worthwhile.

Was he like a teacher
whose students all leave?
The sign of success
when they go forth
and achieve?

Was he the one held back?
Not by grades or behavior
but by thinking he was
Superman
or some grand savior.

The music soon faded
the last dance
was then called.
He sickened himself.
He felt so appalled.

For he had a lover
for whom his life was built.
His soul mate
and companion
Now he wore a blanket of guilt.

He summoned his driver
with a flick of his wrist.
Settled and sleepy in the backseat
he dreamed of each woman
he wished he had kissed.