Body Contact

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

We’re dancing too close
cause I didn’t really know you that well,
damned erection tried to pull back a little
but you pressed on
pretending that nothing had happened;
I was glad when the music stopped.
Thanked me for the dance
while mirth danced in your mischievous eyes.
Sitting beside your husband
you kept sending me half smiles
like we had a secret together,
but we had not
you were just a woman who danced too close.
Embarrassed and annoyed by your cheek
I soon left
didn’t look your way
but the pressure of your body against mine
stayed with me for days.