A boot

Way you move your arms, I’m aware of how your hands move, I’m aware of every expression you express, as if it were my own breath, long or short, I’m aware of your shoes where I stand

You, woman who holds her arms just so, whose expression is divine, are closer to the gods than any man – a goddess of a woman

And if in every woman’s face I see your expression, from you other women become goddesses, and the goddess herself in your face

How she’s come to take your shape, a dominatrix, and I’m aware of how I want your expression, your arms to take me to a higher place, there the goddess awaits

So I watch the way you move and your expression, and I know if you told me to, I’d kiss even your shoe, I’ve come to venerate