Dear Pickled Feet

Grow into me

Published 07/08/2019

Our sockets wear the years, but the fervent gaze still remains. Let our youth renew like the eagles. A blush washes me in a new rain every time I see your face. I tremble at the thought of you. Strong it beats longing for the relief of your head upon my chest. Will you marry me again. Can we meet under the stars of our youth beyond the capacity of our minds. Walk the gravel at a slow pace gazing at the stars lighting the summer skies. Her breeze tilting the store shingles. Nary a glint of dust to catch open mouths bellowing soulful coos. Your hands thick with strength. No signs of a pedigree whispering in the firmness of felt love. Memories of days gone astonishes me into a full throttle run of inconsolable excitement with your hand in mine.

Life call me not soon, my joy still blooms. My mouth waters at the scent of you. Teeth chew my lips as my hands search for peppermint in my pocket. How do you make me alive. Like what is before me. Observe the peace in your eyes. Virility runs long and second to your notes of praise. Evoke the wild passions in my heart for they choose one place to land.

Technology is a runaway train. Beauty moves best slowly, sway for me, darling, sway for me.

I got your pickled pigs feet ready for you. I enjoy watching you. These men know not what it is to watch a woman enjoy what you made. May I taste the drippings on your lips. I promise not to bite. How you run through my mind like the flies buzz in and out of my store. Let the summer breeze reign on our mocha and white chocolate skins.

Remember me with glee, let sorrow not separate us from our memories, nor prolong her awkward gate into generations yet to come. Love me easy. Love me always. Love me without hesitation. Meet me on the waters of love.