A stocking
A stiletto,
A fancy gown.
A safety pin,
A read through
A worry,
A flash of thought,
A memory loss,
A fragment,
A quick regain.
A pitter, patter upon the heart,
A sliver of ice caressing the spine,
A cage of stomach butterflies,
A ball of heat within the groin.
A shake,
A shudder,
A careful smile.
A shiver,
A step,
A walk of confidence.
A turn,
A book,
A look,
A blink,
A think,
A surge,
A purge,
And finally gushes forth the cathartic, creative craft of dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem