When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little 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.
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Comments2Just read "Your Feet" and wow, not what I was expectin! The way the writer expressed love through ordinary things like feet is so unique and touching. The whole poem has this kind of mesmerizing beauty and depth. It's charming to think someone could love us for such simple, human reasons. Gives you a whole new perspective on love and life, doesn't it?
JUST READ "YOUR FEET" AND IT HIT DIFFERENT. THE LOVE EXPRESSED THROUGH SMTHNG SO SIMPLE, LOVED EVERY BIT. THIS IS POETIC BEAUTY AT ITS BEST! 😍👣🙏