When I cannot look at your face <br />I look at your feet. <br />Your feet of arched bone, <br />your hard little feet. <br />I know that they support you, <br />and that your sweet weight <br />rises upon them. <br />Your waist and your breasts, <br />the doubled purple <br />of your nipples, <br />the sockets of your eyes <br />that have just flown away, <br />your wide fruit mouth, <br />your red tresses, <br />my little tower. <br />But I love your feet <br />only because they walked <br />upon the earth and upon <br />the wind and upon the waters, <br />until they found me.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-feet/
