pretty things

As shoes stand there sitting
Dreaming of the pair to wear to take me there
Alongside sides splitting
At the air of some care free wishfull thinking

As solid as a holiday

Hardened new stimuli

Calling to where one is laid like a letter
opened up post journey licked arrived

As jewels lay there glistening
Awaiting on the baited loins to grab and stare
Aware of what could be whistling
To ears sparking face paintings bewildering

To follow where someones gone to find treasure
It pays to pack a light

Not always for pleasure or for playing
A part thats imparted from social types