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We forget that we have majesty attached to the ends of our legs.
What Color
What color will she dip her toes into—
sunrise blush or ocean sigh?
Will it shimmer with forgiveness,
or bloom as memory of a fall night?
Perhaps the hue the moon once wore
when she waltzed with the tide,
or the secret shade
that glows between her breasts.
Whatever she chooses,
the world will hush to watch—
for beauty stands in awe
to witness such small, holy things.
As for Me
As for me—no hand will tread
upon these feet.
Alas, they are mere stumps for trodding.
I sally forth to build
a small respite for an old woman,
where she may sip her coffee
and gaze upon her kingdom—
to reflect on the life she lived
and the life still waiting to be lived.
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