Our feet
made the best stories.
They spoke of earth and grass.
Of water, trees, smells, hurt and
the gentle hand of massage.
They laughed.
One sounded like wiggled toes,
while the other, like tender splashing.
Water. Cold.
tales
all lie.
Our feet
made the best stories.
They spoke of earth and grass.
Of water, trees, smells, hurt and
the gentle hand of massage.
They laughed.
One sounded like wiggled toes,
while the other, like tender splashing.
Water. Cold.
tales
all lie.