Your Soft Feet Poem by L.B. Temuco

Let trees in Autumn
speak of renewal
melting their golden sap
leaves turning like a fox in the night
in the silent hours of the day
claret fingers struggle, uncoil themselves
float in forgetfulness
into the hollow bowl of the earth
feel the warm rose of the sun
fill all fugitive hearts
that pulse and run
like great venous rivers
until they find the mouth of the ocean
its swollen tongue an angry tide
its blue spume a fragrant mist
of unfolding senses
of hot flesh
of silent sanctuary
your soft feet make the sound of
small fish in water as you bathe
I hear you, my love
behind these windows that litter the night
stained with forgotten tears
that flowed in implacable circles
as far as your heart
leaving
I touch your eyes
and I drink from the dark
flood of your skin
I sail over a dark lake
until dawn