Footnote
Footnote
I drink coffee
She kneels, barefoot.
I don’t speak.
She doesn’t rise
until I’ve finished.
I rest the cup on her back,
and kiss her toes
like they’re gospel.
© Arin M. Dey, 2024. All rights reserved. Do not repost or reuse without permission.
First published on @thecelestialsmut — read gently, touch respectfully.
Copyright © Arin M.Dey | Year Posted 2025
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