My Toes (Free verse) by Gillon
To my toes, they tickle you, and I feel where they touch too much.
They lack the dexterity, but they think they know the places.
You swat them, the toes wish for more knuckles, length, and muscle
They want to practice, and love to Tip-Toe.
They like to be touched and twisted. Sometimes they smell.
They like their clippings kept in a jar.
To my fingers, you are smooth, they have been many places and know where
They touch, and feel everything: Smooth, cool, warm, hair, bumps. They
Sometimes they know too much. They can be kind, soothing, annoying, they
love going places.
There are certain places they always like to visit.
They particularly like being between your clothing and your body, and
they're always willing to go there.
To my smeller, it's memory is photographic, or should I say...
He loves your clean fresh scent
It brings memories from longer ago then I can remember.
He likes what he does, he's clever and very sharp.
He loves rememberinhg the oldest times, and also loves to explore the
He knows what he likes, and what he likes he loves to visit over and
He knows your smell, and he explores your most private places without
you even knowing.
He loves it when you clothe yourself in some special scented garments.
He is very open to the new, but knows right away what he dislikes.
He loves you.
Back to poem details