Glass Slippers

Inspired by Victor Buhagiar’s romantic writes. GLASS SLIPPERS He sees their shine - on his knees, he’d kiss her glass slippers. The ballroom floor - first date jitters, diamond waxed. The newness of their faces, skintight with anticipation - illumination of the mirrors. The crystal chandelier, like a tall tale; simply a fairy tale. Arising like the North star, he dares to sit - she’s vulnerable like her glass shoe, still breakable, but before she can entertain her timorous thoughts, his lips warm hers, like apple cider - hot cinnamon elixir. The gears in play, puzzle pieces find their match, a stone’s throw from the hearth. Her glass slippers so shiny, shapely heels - he thinks, ‘what if she lost just one?’ ‘Would I find her and remove the other one, too?’ Such thoughts make him blush. Her red lips amuse his thoughts. Illusions of cologne, polished hair, a hand held out for a waltz - her pulse in the dream. He’s swept up as her gown whirls around and around, hypnotic and his knees nearly buckle as her spray of sweet-scented hair spreads to his heart. The cyclonic pull of the storm renders them both breathless. The eye is hard to find - they waltz in the air. 12/7/2021