The Miles In My Feet
"The years in my feet" he said
As
I
Rubbed his feet back and forth
As
I
massaged his feet with art deeper
With art lower
Feeling the strong pulses with the tips of my fingers
Feeling the cracks well defined and refined
Inhaling and exhaling
The air escaping the pores
Tension dwindling
Energy flowing
Mind glowing
Muscles relaxing
Years reading
Miles teaching
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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