These shoes pump up
My reaches.
Drinking clouds.
Sucking on the sun,
Like a ring pop, flashing
His azure eyes
Breathe deeper the butterflies
And reveal the sunken
Treasures of Atlantis.
He has no ideas
In his glance, that denote
Understanding. He sure doesn't
Know these shoes, and what
They sure do.
Ladylike now,
With satin skin, in a sail
Billowing.
Avec shoes to rival ruby slippers
That will whisk me away
To a place unlike home.
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