Ode to Your Feet

Ode to Your Feet

Kiss the feet
suck the finger
I know you get wet
when tickled behind
the kneeeeeeeee.

Good riddance
to poetic license,
let me tell the truth
that
I love you…

even when
there is
nothing worth
to keep you
loving me.

Woman,
you are one person
who could spell the word
’love’ for me
in Latin and Greek;

Keep the rain
pouring in
a barrage of light
while
I drift.

Let it be a gentle,
gentle breeze
or a gust
that plays
the pied-piper’s tune;

I’ll rest
in your shadow
and try
touching the sky
in cloudless nudity.

Now, when I
want to meet
your eyes
in the heat
of passion,

grant me
the vision
of falling in
the ocean
of endless fervor.

Look in my eyes,
see the indelible
yellow of trust
crying for your
kindness.

Twist your toes;
hold the digits
in contortion,
so that I can puff
away to glory

the last cigarette
held between
your toes,
before I awake
into a sleep of intoxication.

Lady,
in all mistaken
sense of irrelevance,
allow me to ask -
Do you want to sleep alone?