Blistered Feet (a sonnet)


Our blackened, blistered, battered bare feet
Sink softly in silent sand step by step.
Through dark salt water air, cold breeze of heat
Our words drifted away as time slept.
We tower above, rulers of the night
Our towers scrap the sky, scrap the ground
Together we silence my fears, my fright
As sky and ground we found equal one sound.
Where does ground end and where does sky begin?
Midnight-blue waves weave water with the sky
Where does love end and where does love begin?
Your warm soft hand weaves together with mine.
Dark watered sky reflects your lovely face.
I’ll remember even when I’m replaced.



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