Her Toes Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A. Yousef

In the quiet of an afternoon,
when sunlight drips through the curtains
like honey on a warm biscuit,
there they lie—
her toes,
each one a whisper of beauty,
a delicate sigh in the symphony of her being.

They emerge from the soft embrace of her sandals,
painted in hues that dance like summer flowers,
coral and azure,
with glimmers of gold that catch the light,
as if each toe were a gemstone,
a piece of the sky brought down to earth.

The arch of her foot,
a gentle curve,
like a crescent moon resting,
inviting the world to marvel,
to pause and appreciate
the artistry of nature's design.
Her toes,
a gallery of elegance,
splay across the canvas of the floor,
inviting exploration,
each one a promise,
each nail a story waiting to be told.

The pinky, ever so small,
holds the secrets of laughter,
while the second toe,
a bit bolder,
leans forward, reaching for dreams,
as if to say,
"Come closer, let me show you the world."
The middle toe stands proud,
a sentinel of grace,
while the index toe,
with its gentle flare,
reminds us that beauty lies in balance,
in the harmony of contrasts.

Her toes speak in silence,
in every step, a soft echo of confidence,
the way they curl in the grass,
or dance along the shore,
where the waves kiss the sand,
and the sun paints their tips with warmth.

Oh, how they tell tales of wanderlust,
of adventures spun beneath the stars,
of barefoot walks through wildflower fields,
and the soft tickle of autumn leaves,
as they tumble down,
whispering secrets of the season.

Her toes,
the unsung heroes of her beauty,
carry her through life's intricate ballet,
each movement a brushstroke,
each stride a poem,
a testament to the art of simply being,
of existing in the world,
with all its chaos and charm.

In their stillness, they hold the universe—
the echoes of laughter,
the warmth of love,
the quiet of dreams.
And if they could speak,
they would weave a tapestry of moments,
each thread colored with joy,
each knot tied with tenderness,
the essence of her,
captured in the delicate dance of her toes.