Frayed fabric at the toe…on the platform and pleats.
That’s the evidence of dedication,
In case you want to know.
Bruises on the knees come and go.
I can’t show you those right now,
Because love takes them away.
These legs belong to not just anyone.
They are symbols of grace; eloquent tools.
These legs are soul.
I wish I could see her face.
I can see her fingers…touch me once more!
And I can dream of the rest.
I knew this woman,
And this was a spring day.
When she carefully wrapped those ribbons round her ankles.
I have visited this spot many times since.
Searching…where are you?
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