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.