Sole

I’ve always had soft feet, but I suppose it’s better than cold. A comparison of partner’s feet. Even after saying it a few years ago, she still remembers.

She plays with my feet, sometimes,
And says that they are like a baby's,
But maybe, a bit too big and hairy.

With my right foot in both her hands
She says that the sole is soft;
A thumb nail sinking into the heel.

It leaves a mark, a crescent moon.
She says she's sorry, she didn't push hard
But still the subtle crease shows.

We swap and I feel the rough edges
And say that they are like an elephants,
And it's a phrase I wish she would forget.

Thumbs push in, fingers wrapping.
i ask if she is happy.
She says yes with a smile.

I take moisturiser, rub it between her toes.
She says she wants feet as soft as mine;
I kiss the arch, and tell her my feet still need to grow.