Shadow-Dancing on Day Four

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

2015-07-06 15.41.25

 

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