dance with me

dance with me

 

my setting up a bijou salon –

Palais de Dance with 

chandeliers and a glitter ball

brought needed pizzazz

to Beachy Head

 

‘tired-of-lifers’

wanting a breather

can rest a spell

on leather sofas

to mull things over

 

I offer refreshments - herbal tisanes –

caffeine's banned for jumpy punters 

taking the fast-track route to heaven

 

I entertain droppers-in

playing scratchy tangos

on a wind-up Zonophone

 

Jealousy is always a winner,

 

I favour, Goodnight Vienna - 

blame my macabre sense of humour

 

I lose myself in the rhythm

swaying a hip-swing sultry dance

 

I am a youthful Tiresias,

 

women adore me

in my black silk suit,

 

my best dress shirt,

open to my chest

inflames long unsated

lingerie dreams

 

my shining shoes

would reflect my face -

if I had one to reflect

 

I’m sometimes Teresa,

 

irresistible

satin gown slit high,

flashing upper thigh,

reviving hopes of nights of lust

and reveries of passion past

 

a three-minute whirligig

of dreams or memories,

till the music stops,

 

“hurry up please, it’s time to choose,”

 

a craven retreat -

death postponed

 

or

 

as I croon, Vaya Con Dios,

a quick two step

over the edge

pockets pebble-filled

 

to make their passage

so much slicker.