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Your Feet by Pablo Neruda


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When I can not look at your face

I look at your feet.

Your feet of arched bone,

your hard little feet.

I know that they support you,

and that your gentle weight

rises upon them.

Your waist and your breasts,

the doubled purple

of your nipples,

the sockets of your eyes

that have just flown away,

your wide fruit mouth,

your red tresses,

my little tower.

But I love your feet

only because they walked

upon the earth and upon

the wind and upon the waters,

until they found me.

 

*Moises tells me I must have a fetish if I like this poem. Just to clear the air, I don’t have a foot fetish.

 

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