"San Francisco Fete" Co-Authored by Michael Lewis and Thvia Shetley

San Francisco Fete

Cornices, and Gargoyles with eyes turned low,

hold fast the passing in a frozen stare

as slow vapor rising from vents below

is churned by soles into thick city air.

Undeterred, the well-heeled leather bottom

wingtips fly past sandaled sloths at crosswalks

while clicking heels kick dead leaves of autumn

and wind their way through crowded city blocks.

Just above a breezy sidewalk café,

sheer fabric wafts a low-loft window sill,

two pair of empty vamps and laces lay,

removed in shameless haste and lustful will.

Beneath the sheets, a naked feet affair,

entwined, aligned, with dreamy souls laid bare.

Written by Michael Lewis and Thvia Shetley
Posted on 03-07-13