A Glimpse of Something Sweet: A Poem by Anna M. Evans

photo borrowed from http://www.paris-tours-guides.com/gb/fr_wine-tasting.htm

On yesterday's stop on the writers-who-blog tour I mentioned the poet Anna M. Evans.  Anna's new poetry collection wears this saucy cover photograph:

And it includes this lively sonnet:

My Life as a Can-Can Dancer

There's nothing like it! When we form the line

most men lean forward slightly in their seat

and while we dance, forget to drink their wine

hoping for a glimpse of something sweet.

I flaunt my petticoats and flash my thighs—
high kicks, jump splits—it's meant to be erotic.
They all want us—I see it in their eyes.
The choreography is so hypnotic

they can't do anything but sit and stare

and at the end our skirts fly overhead

so they can see our frilly underwear.

I have my pick of whom I take to bed

letting them know that if they're happy to

they may leave gifts of money. Most men do.

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec weighs in