Thursday recrimination poem

Foot Fetish

It’s the noon of my life
but still she drags my shadow out,
names it, treads and trades upon
my darkest likeness,
sneers it has no spine—
as if any shadow did.

She judges me
wholly by what’s worn
on the soles of my feet.

I judge her eagerness
to crawl beneath my toes.


6 thoughts on “Thursday recrimination poem

  1. Matt, I think this is my fave thing I ever read of yours. I’ve waited hours to comment and still can’t touch the depth of what I feel reading it. 🙂

  2. This is the first time I have visited your blog. Your poem moved me in ways I have yet to discover. Now, I fear that your blog will be yet another addiction of mine, an extremely pleasurable one.

    :~) Monica

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