naked,
dangling in the blue wavy ocean water,
I see them, as small as planes of paper,
your feet,
pure, unadulterated,
slapping the water with raw, unbridled passion,
and power,

I see them,
waltzing confusedly,
in the romantic semi-darkness of prom night,
when they knew, you knew not, how to dance.

even now,
in the small hours of the night,
I see them,
flailing unconsciously,
beneath  sheets of silk,

your feet,
meeting mine,
touch,
warmth.

Bless your feet,
that brought you to me.