soles

she says-
grass under the souls of feet is glorious

and i say-
everything feels good under the soles of feet-
especially grass.

and the haight in the rain at clayton
and rehoboth in june-
the board or sand-
at shore or dune
and being tangled in sheets next to that girl-
the one you waited for.

but my favorite under the soles of bare feet
is the solid ground we stand on while love calls our hearts
and we carve our names into the big oak tree near back homes creek…
hopping the slippery stones-
skin to rock- water rushing between toes…

and then i wonder-
what will you do with your teeth in my heart?

amylynn
april 2009