I can't walk in flowered printed heels I've watched you study yourself in the mirror steady neck leading down to gentle shoulders and halcyon hands sour ideas filling my brain I'm imagining my hands sweetening your concerned soft-muscled legs into certainty bronze-brown strands of curly hair on dark grey seats I sense dancing trees behind me and savor the beautiful bitterness of abyssal secrets on my saccharine tongue your collar bones are silken and veiled with Taurus-led misunderstandings. mine are always veiled with uncertainty and sporadically veiled with you