Character Shoes
the elastics, the heels, the chic MaryJane style —
dancing in heels
was something I thought I’d never do
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standing in you felt so foreign
but made me feel so important
as I strutted around in you
like a young child playing grown-up
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skipping, jumping, twirling in heels
was something I thought I’d never get used to
but it felt so natural
standing on tippy-toes
feet snug, encased
in your flexible black canvas
that allowed my creativity to flow —
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streaks that you and I left on the dance floor
like fluid strokes of watercolour
of an artist’s brush on his canvas —
rhythms of heel-clicks and accents and stomps
that you and I wrote in the pages of vinyl wood —
the remarkable feeling of the dance floor underfoot
as we twirled and whirled, spun and danced —
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until I could no longer wear you
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you were something I knew I’d grow out of someday
but dancing in heels
is something I know I’d never grow out of