sole-mates I am barely
clothed in you
so easy to slide into
walking me
away from suits
you’ve taken me
to places high-
class shoes would fear
you relish luscious mud &
sand & bits of twigs
that hang on tightly
to your treads
I am besotted birkies
with the child in you
who tastes & smudges
oh you messy shoes
this simple-minded
search for ground
may wear us down
you mortal stumble-bums
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