Too Much, Too Young

you don't need high heels to feel tall
you glide down the stairs in your socks
then touch the door know to feel the spark
a flash frolicking over fingertips
even if for a second

you bat your eyelashes and create hurricanes
you spin around and the world spins with you
then you stop and the clock falls off the shelf
you've stopped time
even if for a second.

you're a ballerina on a string
i'd wind you up like chatter teeth
to watch you mosey to and fro
and make the dance floor cry
when you decide to call it a night.