Polished black
granite floor,
like a man's
muscular ***,
craves for you--
for the heat
your lotus feet
transmit on it.

Generous,
you gift
a linear array
of foot prints
diagonally
across it.

Following
close behind
I step aside
not to walk up on
your foot prints,
fearing diffusion
of  the epigraphic
arrangement .


Inward curve of your feet
and shape of the toes
make vapor contoured imprints:
cryptic love messages
for my pining heart--
seeing the easy dance
of your feet ,
captured on the floor,
I imagine.