The dancer

He pleases those who come across his sight
With eyes that brighten ours with great delight
Twinkling with a promise of new days
He dances in fluidly easy ways

Ladies stand about and twitter to their friends
Sneaking peeks through eyelash filtered lens
While manly men look carefully at him
with countenance so bright and theirs so dim.

He dances seductive reels with gilded heels
Thrilling with promises of new deals
Of grand new things not yet become
So tempting and so coveted by some

A man of aloofness and great charm
Within whose circle none will come to harm
A refuge to the heart felt longing
That deep desire for real belonging

But with his beauty an underlying cold
Which withers hearts and leaves them feeling old
Though with his dance he stirs us still
He turns innocence to his perverted will.

His is not beauty as we thought
His independence was very dearly bought
As shrewd glances at his shoes disclose
The cloven hooves which by his choice he chose.

JtM