How Do I Love Thee?
by Judith Cullen
© 2019
Sitting together on the hardwood
the box slid carefully in my direction.
Cautious question, and "just open it!"
I lift the lid, part the tissue, and sigh.
They lay in a cushioned delicacy,
dark as midnight, and gleaming.
I raise one in amazement, and watch
my aghast reflection shining back.
Tips of golden accent wink at me.
I cannot help but slide them on.
"Absolutely perfect" a joyous exclamation,
as they begin to sashay on their own.
A well executed tango slide, follows
the clockwork rhythm of a cha cha.
A skittering of The Charleston
and squeals of delight before . . .
A smile pleased, and uncertain, then
shiny new heels click across wood.
One hand to hand, and one to cheek,
a reassuring kiss, "Darling, I will always
love You more than my shoes."
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Would be bad if she didn't!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a thrilling story. And it's showing a kind of English language that differs so much from what is usually spoken. I love sophisticated usage of language, particularly in German as I don't need a dictionary for understanding.... 😉
Very kind regards, Felix