Fendi

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A continuation.

…Hers are. Kick, he says, off with the shoes! She does, fingers through his like lacing and his hand breaks from hers, unlaces stocking from garter, quick as a polish cloth snapping. Take off your shoes, she says. I want you naked as a woman. I like hair on shoulders, I like mirrors when they tangle light. Outside sirens shear light as if a swerve of polish could unmirror sheer dark, the man and woman whispering, always wear lace! Do you like my shoes?

- poem by Honor Moore, shoes by Fendi

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