If Perchance On A Dance Floor Poem by John Sensele

If perchance on a dance floor a glance
Should stray without delay on the lay
Where eyes shouldn't advance
Would you freak out or pray

For your eyes to stop telling lies
About their intentions as they wander about
Magnetising pies, sties and sighs
You emit and transmit within remits that tout

Machismo that adores gismos
Bought at high cost on the Eastern coast
Where Eskimos
Share a toast

When your dance suddenly in France
Stops and pops a question eyes
Can't answer because their stance
Fills the air with libido lies.