Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard funny feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your strong weight
rises upon them.

Your big tummy and your chest,
the doubled purple of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your black hair, your big ears...
...my big tower.

But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.


apologies to Pablo Neruda for my edits
click on his name to view original poem

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