Mean poem


when she's dancing she looks like she's fucking
when she's dancing she looks like she thinks
how one looks while fucking
or she looks like something is stuck
and she's confused about it

maybe she's dancing the tango in a too red of a dress
clear heeled porn shoes and  some fat here and there
her steps a bit too wide, just out of tune

she hasn't done it in such a long time that 
something down there turned sour or almost disappeared
wine softens but when she laughs you can see
that it all has become so serious
even in dance where she sees the theater 
but can't perform, she does it just as tenacious
as mopping the floor, dirty whore
she thinks when a girl slides by all glistening
in the arms of a smooth hero
for her only the aged shufflers

but with eyes closed and somebody without
an old smelly coat there is something to dream 
about, let's see if it can make her come tonight.