[to Lady Certainly, in "the pauses of eternity"]
No newspaper's headlines will boldly proclaim
the moment you, eagerly, slide your shoes off---
but the very act (so like a choreography)
reverberates even among the farthest stars.
Those tan stockings' reinforcements at your toes,
will not attract the smug wrath of fashion magazines---
but that kind of silent defiance
withers away the hegemony of their false profits.
The so-called "gentlemen's" magazines or clubs will not
feature the appearance of your faded, boot-cut jeans,
because the beauty of modesty is fully obscure
to them, like the cosmos of Christ's fashioning.
Lady, I beg you, let these few syllables of mine
accompany your shoeless, sheer-sheathed footsteps everywhere.
Starward