A High Heel Shoe

a high heel shoe

i bend over
my high heel
arches my foot
delicately
the straps
fall about my ankles
my pearl toes
painted for you
peep from within
with my slender fingers
i gently lift
the tiny buckle
silver
i place it
and the leather
and silver remain
in place
holding
a part of me
that will walk me
right to where
you are
waiting
for me

—by Claire

(be sure to check out more wonderful writing by another friend and fellow blogger, Claire, at My Memoir of You.)
—Georgia

{shoe pic via here}