Borrowed bar room smiles

that make me think

for a moment

I have a future

With the doe, eyed princess

Who looks across the dance floor

But her eyes are always for someone else

The finely chiselled stud

With the smoothly tousled freshly pressed cheeks

And all the right moves

Assured of all he has

And all he does

As he slides across the floor

Pulling her to his chest

The self-assured closely cut

White patterned shirt

Maroon flared trousers

Over stacked shoes

Not a piece out of place

A slow dance or two

A smooch under the hazy self-absorbing light

He on pints of soapy lager

She cradling rum and coke

Fuelled ready for a time of undiluted passion

They make off into the night

As I return home

And all that has been me

Remains mine

And mine alone