Mostly, I'm shy, so shy,
mostly it's the floor I look to;
though on a good day, perhaps today,
I'll probably glance at your shoes.
But now, I've seen you, man to man,
like we men do, squared eye to eye:
your shoes are bejeweled, as jeweled
as the gem who wears them.
What's this falling shoe? a sandal?
a dance? what to do with such a vision;
I see all that footwear, I swear,
I saw them in mid air collusion.
Our shoes and sandals alike,
jeweled mid air before falling,
dancing if only to pay some bills;
some jewels there for our selling. |
