look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your tle feet.
I kno t you,
and t your s
rises upon them.
Your and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
ts of your eyes
t flown away,
your mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon th and upon
ters,
until they found me.