I look at your feet
feet that might not walk on water
but feet that carry you to the far reaches of my soul
I watch you rise upon them
as you dance across a cold floor
chilled by a dark night
‘dance’ is the only way to describe it . . .
Your waist and your hips
The mystic orbs of your eyes
Your fruitful lips . . .
I love you in all your ethereal aspects
and I love your feet