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POURED A GLASS OF ONE RED WINE
Creamy-pink color
With delicate bony prominences
High arches made for stilettos
Strong ends can wiggle my walk
Black, classic red, pearl, pink,
Gold, holographic, french, metallic olive green,
Clear with red stars floating, silver sparkles
Deoxygennated blood red, coral, opal-essence
Colors owned to paint ten toes
Perfectly graduated pretty piggies
All yours, none gone to market
Precisely in your lap in a fantasy
With cotton skirts from India
Brushing againest your feet
A soothing bandage of woman
Unwinding from my thighs to your eyes
Tired these dogs and obedient
Nervous as puppy, toes knead a nest
In master's lap, dog tired
While feet climb peaks
White silk, black net, red spandex,
Black lacy anklets, cream thigh highs,
Nude toes, black opaque, turquoise
Cover these feet in shame with stockings
Why are they walking
Through this fantasy
Stirring, purring
Me
How can it be
In my writing
That I close my eyes
To describe these beautiful feet
For one red wine
Who held up his glass
Leaving a touch
On the lips of my mind.
11/27/2006 0400 cj
POURED A GLASS OF ONE RED WINE
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