A coat of red paint covers her lips,
a small black dress magnifies her curves;
a pair of pink heels makes her more woman.
Shoes are for girls; heels personify status. Coupled with
a walkway-like strut into any club, she can seize
the lust of any man who she cares to indulge for the night.
In the AM, she awakens to memories in knots:
smeared Chanel lip gloss, a torn black dress,
pink heels tossed to the bedside.
Her pink heels lay, a witness to the night,
separate, together, complete.