Ballerina Feet Poem by JAE JAE

The nicest, subtle things-
The tiny flutter of
Just the Right Cold
flipping up
and down
The slide of your neck;
The little pink, socked feet-
Pointed, like a
miniature ballerina's,
Tip-tapping their heels
Against the bottom of the bleachers;
The slight but overwhelming feeling
That I'd like to
Put you in my pocket
And never stop smiling,
Knowing that flutter
Is always right there
Beneath this hard, metal surface.