I look at your feet

I look at your feet - When I can't look at your face I look at your feet. Your arched-boned feet, your hard little feet. I know that they hold you up, and that your sweet weight on them is lifted. Your waist and your breasts, the duplicate purple of your nipples, the box of your eyes that have just flown, your wide fruit mouth, your red hair, my little tower. But I do not love your feet but because they walked on the earth and on the wind and on the water, until they found me. by Pablo Neruda Acrylic painting technique on photo