Painting Toes Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I painted on hard collagen today,
a vivid blue and silver was at hand,
with steady fingers, dancing in a play
attempting in my mind to understand.
They say that there is life in digits, Yes?
that they will melt inside a misty mouth,
so will you kindly let me take your dress
and give me your permission to go south?
My feet enjoyed the waters of the sea
though less than when an angel from the sky
descended on the earth and then on me
I say, dear Guv, I am a lucky guy.