Ode To Heels (A Tall Woman's Perspective)

These shorties they use you 
to falsify their goods
to elongate and confuse
to perpetrate a ruse.
I celebrate with you
appreciating your length
we collaborate, that's what we do
feeding off each other's strength.
No disrespect, no hate to you
vertically challenged chicks
but my statuesque build
-with the heels-
have a different intent.
Men’s insecurities will move us
usually with little tact
to put on those flats
put our friends back on the rack.
But heels I adore you
my legs exist for you
my hips swing just right
when we rendezvous.
So today I vow
right here and now
that I will always reach higher
feet not level the ground
that I will never deny you
despite who tends to frown
on our connection
because our affection
when I’m inside you
will never be compressed
by some short person’s view.

Breathe

I breathe in deeply, everyday, as many times as I can remember to, realizing that many people underrate breathing. The nostalgic scents of things, the connectedness created with no physicalities involved. The accumulation of oxygen into the lungs producing the unconsciously coveted affordance of life continuity. Just one second at a time, the next breath expected but not promised, the breath before quickly becoming a distant memory. But the present one, oh that present breath is.....
Unfathomable really, that as soon as we receive it, we just expect the next one to come without merit, without good deed, as if it belongs to us. Pompous, really. Without consequence, we as humans rarely perceive the validity of an action; however, what greater consequence than an end to life, an abrupt breathlessness, sudden and without warning. Lest it be sorrowfully slow, labored, where we must coexist with the suffering of others and remain tethered there, because only at that moment do we genuinely value breath, when we are faced with its extinction.