My eyes are drawn toward your toes
as frequently as lover’s eyes
do meet and tie their souls in knots.
Your toes that grasp and stretch and lift
you up to reach the chocolate chips
you keep behind the chia seeds.
Your toes that press and push and dig
into dirt and earth then sheets at 3
when warm air beckons— take a nap
my eyes are drawn toward your toes
and glide over freckled skin that makes
me scramble after memories,
past parted lips and perfect cheeks
to lurid pools of cerulean
that find us back in bed by noon.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
My eyes are drawn toward your toes
as frequently as lover’s eyes
do meet and tie their souls in knots.
Your toes that grasp and stretch and lift
you up to reach the chocolate chips
you keep behind the chia seeds.
Your toes that press and push and dig
into dirt and earth then sheets at 3
when warm air beckons— take a nap
my eyes are drawn toward your toes
and glide over freckled skin that makes
me scramble after memories,
past parted lips and perfect cheeks
to lurid pools of cerulean
that find us back in bed by noon.
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