I tremble at your feet, with your toes..
This foot of grace, to my right, in the sand..
Little tributaries, attest to your loyalty, i would
bath them in salted tears.
Callus are they, whom ignore, the pleas that
you, moan, in quite fixing a meal, i would feed
you more of the same, that sustains you.
I am the shoe, that comforts you, i am ignored
only by your love, of others that you soul.
I am the red that you leave, in my wake, to the sea,
every day, to grow just, a little more, in my heart.
that could please you.
I would release you, from this burden, rest your
foot upon me.......yet you must decide, i cannot, do it for you.
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A bittersweet ode of dedication. t x