We talked for a while. Of family feuds,
friends. Failed love. Previous photographic
memories no longer possessed. Home design, my
architecture. She said
you know what I like my feet. Sudden pride
and I laughed, almost cried in sadness' release
hearing her toes wiggle. Release like Buddhists who
breathe out bad to breathe in good.
Some men's feet
are unattractive. Distractive. But women's
- you can see the smoothness, the bones and muscles
she said. I should be a foot model.
Sensual, she should. Of such things love is.
Her bringing me to them I knew this forever.
(c) 1999 J. Popowich
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