Dancer Envy

dancing-couple

I have an odd, pernicious flaw
From early, deep and really raw
I envy dancers, always have
For what their bodies do

And somehow I feel less a man
My body won’t do what theirs can
I know no balm, no ease, no salve
No envy-cleanse shampoo

I think it’s very primitive at base
Coming from some mammalian place
But I cannot be cynical
About how bad I feel

When I see men who can with dance
Place women in a mating trance
Speak words silent but physical
I envy something real

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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