They Dance on the Edge of a Ledge

The audience watches askance
As they dance
On the edge
Of a ledge.

Feet moving faster.
The music and laughter.
What follows after
Cool reflection or disaster?

She stoops but who conquers?
The situation bonkers.
A man old enough to be her father.
They would rather
Not think
On those who wink
And titter.

A bitter taste
Is a man’s disgrace
Yet still men dally
With silk and lace.