She Liked To Dance 1977 Poem by Terry Collett

She liked to dance.

The red dress swirled
as she danced.

There were eyes
watching her move.

I watched her
from my corner;
drink in hand sipping,
my eyes gorging
on her beauty.

The tango music
brought her
to a fresh life.

How the feet moved,
steps as if new found.

The music played,
the beat got her feet.

Others watched
in a silent gaze,
murmuring words
came later,
qualms about how
her legs showed
as she swirled
the red dress,
some caught sight
of underwear.

I said nothing
just watched her
dance and swirl.

My kind of woman,
my sort of girl.