look at your face

    I look at your feet.

    Your feet of arched bone,

    your tle feet.

    I kno t you,

    and t your s

    rises upon them.

    Your  and your breasts,

    the doubled purple

    of your nipples,

    ts of your eyes

    t  flown away,

    your  mouth,

    your red tresses,

    my little tower.

    But I love your feet

    only because they walked

    upon th and upon

    ters,

    until they found me.