Soft Red Leather
I am always quiet when I am in love,
hugging my secret
safe, encased within myself.
I even smile at old shoes
with leather straps
frayed and so softly worn
that I feel like I'm dancing in bare feet.
I won't climb rooftops and shout
love obscenities to the sky,
but take my sandals out
from the layers of tissue paper,
fasten them with pride
and remember the day I bought them
from a little shop in Covent Garden
that smelt of summer from flowers
sold in cunning, blazing pots.
And I was broke, but they were
just something, I simply had to have.
I quietly took them home
sat on top a bright red bus.
You see, when I'm in love
I just hug the knowledge to me
and nothing makes me smile
quite as much
as soft red leather
and like you,
they were worth every
bit of quiet contemplative pleasure.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-03-03 at 18:12
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