Your feet… Oh, darlin’, Your feet.
I am so grateful to have you in my life.
So grateful for the ways you affect me.
So grateful for you.
They see straight through all the dirt and grime of past transgressions to the soft core of my soul.
They mend a broken spirit battered by the carelessness of others.
But, darlin’, your feet…
It grants my body safe travel on expeditions to find many ways to tangle.
Taunt me to come closer to feel and touch and also to feel and also to touch.
But your feet… My love, your feet…
It gives my hands a warm refuge in which to bathe.
Perfectly sculpted and strong so to hold both of us up in time of weakness.
Oh your feet… dearest to my heart, your feet…
I love them most for you see in order for all those wonderful things to take place your feet walked through miles of dense, unforgiving forest, upon sun-baked land, through storm after storm to lead you to me.