“on higher heels” by LadyHawk


bad boys
lickety split
up my center and down
my spine
tingle me, shackle me
singe me, cringe me
wicked boys
yes, I have been their
wind up toy
roll me over
unlike a four leaf clover
unlucky in love
yes, you are the ones
I shave my legs for
open, open, open
pound on the door frenzy
you don’t deserve me
but I have served myself up
on your king size platter
it didn’t matter
I didn’t matter
what was the matter
with me?
eat me, deplete me, complete me
you are not worthy
but I will step right up
and be your tattooed lady
brand me, stick me, prick me
lick me like candy
chug me, drug me, hug me
charm me, creep me, crawl me
I love you,
all of you
that got away
thank God you got away
and I am still standing
on higher heels
and it feels
oh…so good
© 2014
Photo by LadyHawk

“Baby Steps” by L. K. Thayer

from baby shoes
to hi-heel pumps
I’ve walked deep in
the woods & waded

in shallow water
with my feet in the sand

uptown & down
teetered around the block
more than I can count

waltzed out on checks
gotten outa
fancy cars
tripped, flipped

my pantyhose
stubbed my toes
dragged my feet
missed a beat

stepped up to bat
and now I’m back
to taking
baby steps

coming clean

L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

All Rights Reserved

© 2010

“Comfort Zone” by L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

the belle of the ball
sea breeze spritzer in hand
quenches her thirst


a man on the rocks

teetering on hi-heels and hi-balls
her lipstick smears under caked mascara

she likes that look

likes to be looked at

likes to be looked after

the numbness feels good
like a warm blanket of snow
covering a gravel driveway

she is pitted against herself
neck and neck with her self pity
eyeballing the eye candy
and other women’s


she finds her comfort zone

the barbed wire veil
around her pillbox hat is lifted
from time to time
popping anti-

depressants like tic-tacs

blind folded
playing ‘pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey’

she wonders when she will be found out
she wonders when time will turn her in
she wonders if she’ll ever stop longing
long enough

to love who she is
and feel what she feels

she orders a double
to double

her pleasure
but it only doubles

her vision
and widens

the incision

between self love and self
and the desire

for more

be careful
what you wish for

L. K. Thayer

All Rights Reserved

© 2009