The Heart Tenders Its intentions
the click, clip, quick
of heels
moving through
emotions, mixed,
fixed
in memory,
in a menagerie
of cold static,
shivered
spaces
between
distances
where the heart
tenders its intentions,
in the drop of
the other then another shoe,
behind the guise
of lipstick's rhetorical smile,
within ennui whispered
across a shrugging shoulder,
indelible as the heat
of her footsteps fading
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