I sit, unable to dance
sidelined with a sprained ankle
which developed into
a sprained ego.
The music plays, the women dance
moving easily through their forms.
And the girls and the
music remind me more
and more of my desire
and sudenly the flames
are lit and hungry, licking
greedily at my soul,
quickly burning what
contentment I had, leaving
me with smoke and a
empty desire for
what I can't have back.

AcB 12.2.99