I Wiggle My Toes Lacquered Red

I wiggle my toes      Lacquered red Like the fire-engine I wanted to drive when I was little,           Preferably with a dalmatian. I wiggle my toes      Lacquered red Like my lipstick, Or the strawberry margarita           I've never had in Mexico. I wiggle my toes      Lacquered red Like the tight little fists Of rosebuds,           Waiting to open in my garden. I wiggle my toes      Lacquered red Like the red words of love Locked in my heart           The red words of love I never say.

(AJ, 5-2007)