Even a woman putting on blue tights
cannot be praised in ordinary prose.
Only the measure of real poetry
can trace her beauty with accuracy.
The softness has been woven perfectly;
and (though some magazine makes deprecation)
this sleek adornment of her legs and toes:
prove her appearance is an evocation---
she is, herself, the purposeful summation
of all the stars, and every galaxy
the Universe, Love's gallery of lights.
She understands this; and, as well, she knows
that she is inspiration's finest Muse.
As such, then, she will give no thought to shoes.