Her Grace

May I gently take Your shoes off?

Don't mean to bother

But would You mind

If I rolled up the ends of Your pants?

For I once have seen thy ankles 

While you graced a nude dress

Material becoming one with thy skin

Only an index finger width away from thy knees

--Nothing's ever has been seen so bright

as for when my cheeks blazed through that hellish night--

Your ankles 

Why them?

For they have been painted by ever shifting weathers,

Strengthened by the restless hours at work.

-I shall never admire a ballerina 

You have taken all the bouquets that ever existed

Spinning through Your life long performance-

I once told myself

If I'd ever met a woman so strong and wise

She shall be given all the love that flows inside of me

And shall She be given all of material and non-material goodness that thrives

--For She is the essence of life--

And I shall lay her every night 

On the sheets sewed from the softest of the clouds

And whisper how the world's gone insane

For it isn't yet kneeling in front of Her Grace;