Anthi’s toes are longer than those I saw
In my dreams before she became my all
Ten more ways to say I love you in awe
Of beauty incarnate within her call
I count them gradually from right to left
Before I kiss them and voice my content
From left to right is a spare skillful deft
As I lick them hello with my accent
Anthi looks at me and closes her eyes
M, I mean me, loves her more than himself
I size their proportions to spheres in skies
Pythagoras even with toes helps Self
I hug her feet against my cheeks and lips
Knowing deep within that Anthi’s love grips
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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