beneath her feet
her most daring
feet
that traversed
the murky waters
of dawn, past mountainsides
of prayers, stallions the blackest mare
love combined, daresay silence annuls
the noise of heart and the shadow
casts its darkest immaterial stone
beneath her feet
her most daring
feet
the dead continue
to bury the living
and the living excites
the demanded hue of another blue
to hold close into the sky
whose also darling feet dangle
much like water’s fervent collapse
mantling the rivers, miles you have
walked without images of I
beneath her feet
her most beautiful feet
we go wind by wind in excess
of days
in the night’s blackest dress soiled
by light is inmost dance instep,
curated from machineries
beneath her feet
your feet I adore
which bony prominences hurdle
me weak, ruined,
where I lay
is always the cradle of Earth
your feet and I beneath
them, emerging from the possible life
of leaves in birdflight,
beneath your feet
your cold feet, unrelenting
on the unkind tomb of my body
your swift drop of feet, their
superfluous coming-and-going
love landing on my body – trampled, weighed down
beneath your feet,
your most darling feet.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
beneath her feet
her most daring
feet
that traversed
the murky waters
of dawn, past mountainsides
of prayers, stallions the blackest mare
love combined, daresay silence annuls
the noise of heart and the shadow
casts its darkest immaterial stone
beneath her feet
her most daring
feet
the dead continue
to bury the living
and the living excites
the demanded hue of another blue
to hold close into the sky
whose also darling feet dangle
much like water’s fervent collapse
mantling the rivers, miles you have
walked without images of I
beneath her feet
her most beautiful feet
we go wind by wind in excess
of days
in the night’s blackest dress soiled
by light is inmost dance instep,
curated from machineries
beneath her feet
your feet I adore
which bony prominences hurdle
me weak, ruined,
where I lay
is always the cradle of Earth
your feet and I beneath
them, emerging from the possible life
of leaves in birdflight,
beneath your feet
your cold feet, unrelenting
on the unkind tomb of my body
your swift drop of feet, their
superfluous coming-and-going
love landing on my body – trampled, weighed down
beneath your feet,
your most darling feet.
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