When I cannot look at your face, I look at your feet. Your arched bone feet, your hard little feet. I know that they support you and that your sweet weight is lifted on them. Your waist and your breasts, the double purple of your nipples, the box of your eyes that just took flight, the wide mouth of fruit, your red hair, my little tower. But if I love your feet, it's only because they walked on land and on wind and on water, until they found me. (Your feet- Pablo Neruda) 👣 #podolatry