Soles

The sole of my

shoes hesitate

to rise, and

with it brings

a squelch noise

like the sound

of a wet kiss.

I wish that I

could kiss

the earth in

the same way

as my feet,

I wish that I

could walk on

my hands,

because as the

sole becomes

mesh to the

ground

a clarity

reveals

my place in

the world.

And I want

more.

 

 

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