Twenty Toes
Trembling shallows
at water’s edge
willow tips
soft whispers.
Eggs of pleasure
lingers
our fingers
last forever
Please, never go.
No known ease
If we fall to none.
The bones are just there
They need us here
Now.
Here,
the now
we know
breathing our breath
soft doubt
pauses there
No worry, the toes know.
We see
From where we are
They are there,
lobes of warm
as fruit in sun.
Pallor complexion,
from shoulders
on down.
Where they are,
ripe,
sun warmed
dark dies
in morning
clouds unclothed
above summer cotton.
Twenty toes
together
as willow tips
in trees
sleeping now.
Soft whispers
held for now,
tender lips
closed,
as flowers
in shadows.
Bliss for us
under summer cotton.
Sleep
we do,
bask in embrace
down there
they are
twenty toes
warm bones.
Never go, not now.
GJH 06
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