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
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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