we used to have nice feet once
both of us
soft and kissable
in fact i remember
licking
the smooth sole of
your foot and those
little grooves
behind your toes
mine are all
calloused now
with grimy knots
of leathery, pained
skin, the toes all
splintered at the edges
like hard wood with
dirt ingrained
unimaginable now,
how i ever made love to you
the gnarled old
man that i have come to be
sitting in a dingy
squalid room with the leaky
bathroom, the only
rickety window
overlooking a
garbage dump that
also doubles as a
cycle and scooter stand
through which a
sow and her litter blunders
i wonder how
you’ve aged, and
what your feet
look like
i wonder
No comments:
Post a Comment