"A Couple Of Shoes"
"Head bent; she looks at her hands.
Folded; tightly clasped in her lap.
Her nerves begin to bead in her palms.
Try, as she might, not to see the truth
She looks in his eyes.
Void of a 'yes' or a 'no'
Her stone face shows no turn to his proposal.
Only from the color and the clenching
Of her fists
Can I assume...
but he, unnoticed, goes not.
On the edge of his seat
Ready to run after
Or beg,
Whichever is needed.
Both shoes I have filled:
Wary heart;
Wanting nothing-but to give
But unable to release.
Unrestrained, ecstatic love;
Wanting all
Always giving more.
After all is said and done,
I'd rather go barefoot."
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