I want to tell you

...my side of the case

It is not the shoes as much as it is her grace and power while in them. It is the hope for a form of communication that is missing between the sexes. It is the expression of her desire contained in the selection of one clothing item.

When I first saw her she was walking away from me, with a graceful, fluid stride that gave no real hint of the speed at which she moved. I stared for the whole minute she was in sight. When I saw her again, I spoke the first thing that crossed my mind, 'Nice shoes, will you keep them on when we make love? She quickly jabbed a response, "You haven't looked me in the eye, asked my name, offered me a cup of coffee, nothing I think I'll make you wait, but yes. Yes I will"

We didn't have sex, but we talked a bit so, I wrote a poem about it.

Forzieri Leopard Patterned Hair-Calf and Leather Pump Shoes

Get Your Back Blown out Like Tony Montana

Voices rallied like war protestors

quoting lines from thier topic in white suit

Yelling and blazing an M16 A1-E1 and M203

"Sey Allo tue mi lit tle fren"

After I killed that kid

I puked every drop of water I drank

for three days

Sir, you should get to know a man before

you kill'em, Sir...... He was just protecting his home.

I'd do that.

At the hearing, the Old Man said

'2 weeks *NJP

Now get the fuck out of my office Marine.

Off the record. I agree with you'

.my M16 A1 E1 and M203 grenade launcher

never humped another mile with me

It wasn't the same......you know?

I perfer porn to violence, but

movies don't make very good instructional material or

do they? Sometimes I question the difference

And are they really all that exploitive of women?

She wore a long round skirt

ordered brandy, neat

crossed her ankles

read one of those

new

black

reality based

romance novels

chimed in on the conversation that

was about five years past it's

expiration date

puffed her cigarette and sighed

"Scarface huh?"

looked at me over her glasses

I responded

I really like the Sosa character,

Single malt scotches,

Trappist ale,

Fuente cigars and

Nancy Wilson

She asked me, still looking over her glasses

"So, you got a favorite pick-up line?"

Nice shoes, will you keep them on

when we......you know

Helps me to know the difference

Some days it is so damned tough to tell

Are we making love or

just......you know?
It's not like my Tantra teacher

helped me understand

It's really more like cheap porn

except once, but I don't want to talk about that

I'd rather listen to you

Removing her glasses and

allowing me to light her next cigarette

She said, leaning slightly forward"

buy me a drink and I'll tell you my story"

Leaned back and crossed her legs

right over left and away from me

3 brandies

3 scotches

a pack of cigarettes and two hours thrown away, she says

"Where you going tonight?

I don't want to stop talking with you"

I was going to try making a booty call but

nobody would as interesting as talking with you,

so-To get drunk,

watch porn and

jack off fantasizing about ma...

...You know

"You drive?

I did one flick, once!"

No, too prone to road rage and

I live near by.

Really, a real porn star?

I'd like to see that,

always want to be in one, but not like...

...you know

She let me open and close her doors

When she sat she

raised her skirt showing

this thin scar near her left

stocking's seam

I guess I stared too long

"Let me give you a lift,

I'll tell you about it

Hurt like hell...

...I was in college,

needed the money...

...wanted to get even with my boyfriend...

...It's been a long time since...

...you know"

She didn't ask me where I lived and

I wasn't afraid

She'd taken off her shoes to drive

I looked out my window and

everywhere except her legs until

she spoke

"A wall was gone exposing holely

burnt paper flesh and

discarded Betamax cassettes

floating in his flooded basement

apartment,

an armada of carnage and

carnal debasement"

We stopped for coffee

I watched her eyes move away from mine and

realized I'd stared to long

excused my self to go piss

We watched the sunrise

I noticed one gray hair

in the light, she seemed shy

but then okay with me studying her

"His mom used to live there,

she died a while ago,

I'd go back to see if

he's still there every now and then."

I showed her where my painting were on display

We stopped for gas, she let me pump

leaned on her car and

imagined her in my paint covered shirt

not falling off a steel frame and

cutting her leg open

drunken in some strange man's basement

"I was driving by and saw fire trucks

The voice under the light told me

'Electrical fire ma'am, started in the basement

with an old VCR, whoever was living there

spilled liquor inside of it.

This is as far as you can go.

We have to send out an investigation team'

All those Scarface and porn star posters gone and

a piece of me"

We smoke a joint, drink frozen cola and

ate coneys in the park

She bought balloons and

gave them to children

spilled my drink

Sat on a bench by a fountain

Crossed her ankles lit her own cigarette

She cried and

said, "It's all so beautiful"

She leaned in to kiss me

I gave her my cheek

"You don't want to...

...you know?"

Yeah! yes I do but...

...you know...

...Some days it is so damned tough to tell

are we making love or just...

...you know?

This feels like making love.

I don't want to stop talking with you

It's chilly

I gave her my jacket
Three days

we talked

after wasting my drink and

her time, I thought, but

she said

"Been good getting to know you

If I keep my shoes and stockings on

does that mean we're not making love?

I mean, can two people...

...you know

and still love each other after?"

I replied, Let me out at the next corner

She looked cross at me

lit her own cigarette

"This is the bar where me met"

Yeah, I live upstairs

call me when you feel like...

...you know...

...talkin'
I extended my hand

Hi, my name is Ulysses and

you are?

*(non judicial punishment)[1/2 a paycheck]