Dionysus’ Stiletto Heel

She moves down the blueprinted sidewalk;

tight fake animal print stalks her legs.

Overseen black tank-top covers above

like having blonde hair doesn’t matter who you clutch.

Unnatural step; dropping Dionysus’ stiletto heel…

deliberately embarrassing his spirit.

Jingle of clinking adornments,
Shaking sounds as she comes near.
A little snicker as we pass glances to each other…

Lovely lady loiters on anti-sober trips

with the moon hugging help

to streetlights that shine under-bright.

Her bubbled shouted voice,

shackles to the tufted path

as if neither of us gave a fuck.

And passing under spotlights
She extends her slender arm
and grabs a proper tug just to say hello.