A walk into 2010

I zip up my highheeled boots

taller now, back straight

i wander

a stop sign glares at me, I halt

with no direction where can you go?

cringing I continue

the wind flies around my made up face

emotions buried beneath drifts of snow

a strut

a models walk. A show for no one

I breathe in, the air is filled with enticing love

my pussy begins to melt the snow as I walk

turning the sidewalk

into a rushing stream

of passion, of lust, of beauty

I am followed

by newly born fish

swimming in my own juices

they make patterns of jesus

I am their whore

their mother, their Goddess

my boots turn to fins

Road signs fade

and I dive

deep into the waves of desire

for those I once carried

now carry me

and my direction

is spread apart

like my legs