Curling Crepe Paper

My last evening energy,
wasted on wishing
for your cryptic call.

But melodic music
drew me in too deep
where I knew I shouldn’t wade.

Tonight I sway my skirt,
a subtle slippery wave
willing you to wander by.

Yet no tap settles on my shoulder,
no lonely dashing dancer
coming to cut in.

I’ll be the juicy joke,
the horrid headline
in tomorrow’s tell-tale paper.

Yet tonight I tempt,
my princess parade wave
lost in your laughter.