the transformation of morning,
the spray of alluring scent,
attracting more than bees.
An idea of loveliness perceived by
coveting eyes,
a grapevine of glares trailing
like cigarette smoke.
The clack of heels on the worn sidewalk
wearing you when your inside is quaking,
your head is held high full of confidence.
A daily grind of trusting, loving and listening
to the depth who you are in the closet.
Psyche is mastered when
the weight of who you lands with
purpose, passion and power.
Being a goddess,
the heels you wear,
your amulet,
grants its reward.
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