Little Foot

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

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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