Thanks again to Poetry Space’s Sue Sims for the prompt to write this series of poems.
Well, Now I Don’t Care
What Shoes I Wear
When I’m dancing with you
I no longer care
What shoes I wear;
Or who would mock & stare.
I might not even notice—so it goes—
If you trod on my toes.
In your arms, in love so lapped,
I’m weightless & breathless, so enrapt!
I’m yours forever, just as we meet—
You’ve swept me off my dancing feet.
Who cares what shoes I wear?
We are one dancer—a feeling so rare.
© Lizzie Ballagher