Liz shows me the regal dress,
her monkfish attire,
and when she's not teasing me,
lifting the Lizlength of purple fabric,
showing me her newest pair
of red lace black panties,
she's standing straight,
a little Chinese Liz-for-a-day,
with her arms like two tiny figures
wearing sleeves.

Then she shifts her body,
and she stands as if
she hadn't just been standing,
and she teeters and tips around the room,
balancing on the balls of her feet,
and I watch her dance,
and her silly little feet
keep poking around, posing,
between the hem and the wood floor,
and though her feet are stately purple,
her toenails are small and red.