Love Letter 310 Lover Beloved

flowers forget that I am here, when they are growing

they have their own way to the light

I have cost you every penny

of that journey here

and still I cost you

with my fickle yearning

the world appears

your feet are washed

then dirty

and I bend down

sometimes

between

the ego I hold onto

and the penny

and I begin

to bow

first

to your baby toe

then the next

and next

and finally

after

a long

time

in recovery

lift my lips

to your big toe

and plant a prayer

I have been growing

between my ego

and my yearning

to be

your sweet, clean, floor

Beloved

Your Beloved