Dancer

Dancer by Michael R. Burch You will never change; you range, investing passion in the night, waltzing through a blinding blue, immaculate and fabled light. Do not despair or wonder where the others of your race have fled. They left you here to gin and beer and won't return till you are bled of fantasy and piety, of brewing passion like champagne, of storming through without a clue, but finding answers fall like rain. They left. You laughed, but now you sigh for ages, stages slipping by. You pause; applause is all you hear. You dance, askance, as drunkards cheer. NOTE: This poem imagines a dancer who appears onstage dressed to the nines, doing an elegant waltz. She then proceeds to perform a “bump and grind” striptease. The “stages slipping by” are the better stages for her talents and the stages of life. She is past her prime, deserted by her friends and relegated to burlesque. Keywords/Tags: dance, dancer, wine, women, song, sexy, burlesque, striptease, waltz, waltzing, applause, drink, drunkards, neon light, strobe, flash, flashing, crystal ball, chandelier, lap dancer, exotic dancer, stripper, peeler, strip, striptease artist, Moulin Rogue, passion, champagne, gin, beer, social