Heels

 

I used to dance in high heels

And dangle them from barstools -

One toe angled downwards , sole

Hooked on slippery footrest;

The other pivoting round

My satin ankle, rubbing

Discreetly - a slight signal.

Walking slowly, I relished

Each pavement rap of spiked heel

That punctuated my speech

With premeditated clicks.

I even wore them to bed

Just once, and punctured my sheets.