Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Beat Up Patent Leather Boots

buckled to the side with laces tied knee high
your beat up patent leather boots climb
and hold barely still your thin legs in black tights
on two inches of stiletto heel wry

tapping; you step along the floor boarded corridor
your breathing heavy between the steady clacking
in a rhythm of panting to a backing track of echoes
time slows down with the weight of your sighs

you're leaving behind the rubble of a manor
in which your grandiose romance resided.

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