She paints each toenail glossy red
Creating ruby jewels in extreme
Even now, midwinter
When there’ll be no open-toed sandals to display these charms
She tells herself it’s for me
But deep inside she knows it’s for him
The one she waits for
The man who will look into her eyes
And see through heavy winter shoes to say I love your toes
Who will cradle each foot in his hands
Raise the high arched instep to his lips to kiss
While fingering each bright carapace with tender care
Playing digital delights on a journey that begins with a single step
And continues follicle by follicle to map her world
Exploring beyond boundaries into eternity
Then returning to treasure troved toes
To nibble and caress
And she anticipates the frisson of his tongue gliding over polished toes
The pull of his mouth
Warm enough to melt lonely lacquered layers
Curling her toes dangerously
Until the polish runs like lava
An eruption, a release
Foundational intimacy
Toe to toe
David Trudel © 2013
I believe I melted. Good poem.
Thanks!
this is some goodness, David.
Thanks Stacy, glad you liked it.