feet, toes, fingers and hands

Written by: Neo Bridgette Kitso

some angel asked me
to look into the rainbow
and paint what i saw
I couldn't do that though
All I saw was chatty people
with long hair and transparent skin
their lean, long legs covered
with long bright robes
and they had the most blue
shade of eyes
they talked with their hands
touched one another 
so affectionately
it brought tears to my eyes
I was tempted to beckon
the one standing by the window
and ask him to let me in
but then I looked at my toes
they were burnt, chirped and dusty
spent really
each crack at my heel
bore a character to a story
of my yesterday
traces of new ones
to be borne tomorrow
traveled across the belly
of my foot and 
the little of my toes
that was my left foot alone
the right one was perfect
smooth at the heel
and soft by the belly and
a little to the sides
with small rounded toes
red painted nails
So in my head I could wrap
the left one with  both my hands
to near the right's perfection
but it stung
scratched and fondled my palms
to the the braking point
my hands couldn't quite hold their own
they didn't let go without a fight
and they do not break
they are made of steel
smooth to touch
but sleek on the tongue
a little easy on the eyes
but harsh to the skin
they could pierce a man's heart
and leave him at the brink of tears
making him want to pull out all his hairs
and take off his skin
each leak of faith
reduced with the tears
that circled her eyes
she was ready to give in
and hang her self right above the cliff
falling off was inevitable
but going back
would not be happening, ever