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
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