San Francisco Fete - Co-Authored With Thvia Shetley

Cornices, and Gargoyles with eyes turned low, hold fast the passing in a frozen stare as slow vapor rising from vents below is churned by soles into thick city air. Undeterred, the well-heeled leather bottom wingtips fly past sandaled sloths at crosswalks while clicking heels kick dead leaves of autumn and wind their way through crowded city blocks. Just above a breezy sidewalk café, sheer fabric wafts a low-loft window sill, two pair of empty vamps and laces lay, removed in shameless haste and lustful will. Beneath the sheets, a naked feet affair, entwined, aligned, with dreamy souls laid bare. Michael F. Lewis and Thvia Shetley 3/6/2013