Lonely Xmas evening (a poem)

Went to an Xmas show this evening, as I’ve done for all but one of the last five years. One of the performers was a very beautiful burlesque dancer. I wonder about myself sometimes…

She entered
in 1960s cocktail dress

a blonde bob
with a red ribbon

and a magnetic smile

Glitter on her skin
gave it the look of a body stocking

in odd places
when she moved

A disconcerting effect
I kept looking for the seams

What is wrong with me?

(19 December 2016)