gumboots and slippers

I wrote this so long ago about Amelia

it's a first draft:

she dances eloquently
in silk slippers
in gumboots
i stomp stupidly
but there are all these thoughts
prompted by silk slippers
that i don't mind being uncomfortable
and it's not that kind of quick breath
sucked in air but rather a long
long inhaling understanding
rising sense of fog
but not fog more like seaspray
maybe we could go to the beach sometime
somewhere rocky and wind
speak to the sea goddess
be slapped by her wild cold
salt in eyes