Foothills

i caught her sipping honey suckle flowers drunk on autumn memories but the breeze that slapped my face put me in place and my mind aligned with her feet s l o w l y opening eyes and toes every thing was yellow i took a macro to a micro so before me the sands washed upon her beach feet as she seismically wiggled just the little if a finger they'd say pinkie but she knew not what she was doing to me or for me finding a need to explore her colossus form for she was gigantoid and i was nobody to the body of what she had become and so her behemoth more than enough held me in awe but i knew because she would mis construe who i was and crush me