Vintage stilletos

She went to the vintage store,

It was like a steeple to her,

She wanted to get a pair,

Of new stilletos,

To accentuate her hair,

Her love would lounge,

Through sundays,

She would sunflower sashay,

Every other day,

And salsa like nostalgia,

Through the chill and fur evenings,

With her new thigh high boots,

That for her,

was like an exotic holiday,

She sure could salsa boogie,

That lovely lady,

She sure could salsa boogie,

Even in her vintage stilletos

Reynaldo Casison