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I'm enamoured with the sight of my toes. A view of my footprints in beach sand, footsteps and playing toes. With flaws, I flow, and tiptoe through hardship and beauty too. My toes know yoke, my toes know peace too. My toes are crevices to my roots. My steps are shaped and shifting through. Pink, white and pigmented. The sun knows your shape. The sun knows your feelings and kisses you unashamedly. My life is mapped all over you. Pale as a constellation beneath the nails. Pain has married you, dances with you, is a kind lover. An accountable friend - honest and devoted. Pain releases you - you know forgiveness. You have forgiven and pushed on. Cushioned on grass, not afraid of dipping in soggy wet clay, you leave vases and sculptures along the way. Artist. My toes know ground better than I know myself. My toes know the bliss of intimacy I may never know or share. Like a couple whispering in a room of drawn curtains Intimacy shifting shapes, shifting paths, adventure. Secret. I crave, I envy, I admire. I love these toes. I balance myself on my tippy toes.
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 9:32 PM UTC
Pink, white and pigmented.
I'm enamoured with the sight of my toes. A view of my footprints in beach sand, footsteps and playing toes. With flaws, I flow, and tiptoe through hardship and beauty too. My toes know yoke, my toes know peace too. My toes are crevices to my roots. My steps are shaped and shifting through. Pink, white and pigmented. The sun knows your shape. The sun knows your feelings and kisses you unashamedly. My life is mapped all over you. Pale as a constellation beneath the nails. Pain has married you, dances with you, is a kind lover. An accountable friend - honest and devoted. Pain releases you - you know forgiveness. You have forgiven and pushed on. Cushioned on grass, not afraid of dipping in soggy wet clay, you leave vases and sculptures along the way. Artist. My toes know ground better than I know myself. My toes know the bliss of intimacy I may never know or share. Like a couple whispering in a room of drawn curtains Intimacy shifting shapes, shifting paths, adventure. Secret. I crave, I envy, I admire. I love these toes. I balance myself on my tippy toes.
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 9:32 PM UTC
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