Her Stilettos
. The sound of
Stilettos coming home.
The echo reverberates
In the empty hall,
My heart
Salivates,
And my soul
Is at pure ease
To know that
Its soul mate
Has come home.
In the morning
Stilettos make
Deep sounds
Of their lone
Departured echoes.
My mind
Yearns and
Waits for
The sound to return.
The satisfying sound of resounding
Steps from the one I love to satisfy
Step their way down the long corridor.
The countdown begins after the evening news
I like to wait and listen to the beauty of
The last 10 steps reciting their poems in taps
In a rhythmic sequence of poetic bliss.
10 -9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1...I’m home.
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