sometimesihatemycat

Lately
My naked feet
Need contact
Is it spring
Or something else
Afoot
Elusive Real
A drive that seeps
Outside from in
My soft skin
Layers peeling
After this past winter’s
Dense protection
Revealing
Seeking sensitivity
That drives again
My soles
To go forth
To bare themselves
To leap
Lightly
Deliberately
Delightfully exposed
Connecting to all
Manner
Of manmade heat
Concrete
And coolness
Wildly growing
Lately
My naked feet
Need
…

-me

Painting: Walking Barefoot By William Whitaker

~ by April on May 5, 2018.

Posted in Body, Humanity, Identity, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Barefoot, Concrete, Cool, Desire, Drive, Feet, Grass, Heat, Inside, lacan, Naked, Nature, Need, Outside, Poetry, Real, Risk, Seasons, Singularity, Skin, Spring, Want, Winter