The Girl in the Ballroom.

 The Girl in the Ballroom.

Ulises Vargas

December 8, 2024.

To Sophia. 

Look at her, 

She’s in the center of the ballroom. 

All eyes on her, staring in admiration. 

She’s alone, all by herself. 

I step up in confident confrontation.

Alone, she yearns for me. 

After years, I’ve learned that look. 

The look that she took. 

Of a thousand women, she’s the one tonight.

Of a thousand men, I’m the one right here.

I take her hand, as she takes mine.

Sick of wine, I take her hips in mine. 

Who knows how the night goes. 

God knows the next dose. 

It’s that damn pose. 

The one that makes me weak. 

Don’t lie to me, you know it makes me peaked.

Look at her, she’s smiling. 

From a mile away, I see her shining.

She’s glimmering, glamorizing. 

Everything I could emphasize. 

There’s nothing less to glorify.

She dances elegantly, gracefully. 

As she swoops and sweeps, 

Dashes and creeps,

I see her figure covered in dress.

She’s glimmering, glamorizing. 

Of a thousand women, she’s the one tonight. 

Of a thousand men, I’m the one right here. 

Darling, hold me near.