And the Strangest Things Seem Suddenly Routine

My Stompy Boots

In my stompy boots I am bigger than you.
Sure you've got height; at six-four you can
reach the top shelf, change lightbulbs without a ladder
But in my stompy boots I can turn men into boys, boys into girls,
and girls into little puddles on the floor that I can splash in,
their sweet precious girl-tears licking my stompy boots clean.
And I can reach the stars, pull one down from the sky without even standing on my toes,
and hold its burning brightness against your chest until your scream fills the night
and you fall to your knees to kiss my stompy boots.
And the gods look down and laugh with delight, knowing me one of them: a goddess,
Earthbound, but a goddess nonetheless, from my midnight hair
all the way down to the soles of my stompy boots.

What's your six-four got on my goddess?

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( Incidental Boot-Related Haiku )