Glass
Slipper
Sometimes with loneliness
Comes holiness,
At other times
Horniness,
I watched from afar
As the lonely woman
Fluttered between the two,
Driven by hormones
And anxiety
She desperately tried
To find the glue
To bind them both
In tether,
But like that famous
Glass
slipper,
The match, the fit,
Eluded her time after time,
After time.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
