"Squirrels and birds sense your sadness, and call an important conference in a tall tree." ––Haffiz

your feet

Posted: November 12th, 2009 | Author: Cary | Filed under: poems | 4 Comments »

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.

-Pablo Neruda

4 Comments on “your feet”

  1. 1 aj said at 8:39 am on November 13th, 2009:

    Cary, it’s a very touchuing read dear. Nice to see a post from you. Hope you are doing well your way and happy. Touch base and let me know how things go with you.

  2. 2 karen said at 11:07 am on March 1st, 2010:

    SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO long since we’ve heard from you. Hope that means you’re to happy to bloh!….lol…God bless,Karen

  3. 3 Michelle said at 9:01 pm on April 8th, 2010:

    Cary…where are you??? I am a lurker that has been waiting ever so patiently, but it is time for an update! :-)

  4. 4 Cheezaddict said at 12:00 pm on July 1st, 2010:

    I love you.

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