Walking Backwards

The Path I Tread

I have spent all of my life leading emotion to the promised land,
to places where hands are used to love and kill,
places where, due to danger, running was the option and I
was ready, swift, steady.

I have spent all of my existence jumping upward toward hoops,
both imagined and real, pacing myself while approaching surreal,
stressful utopias, crossing burning sands for frivolous reasons,
but important to the point where the journey needed enduring.

I have spent all of my time carrying the burdens of
she who lacked gratitude, overtly rude to the point where
I wanted to stop, wanted to quit allowing her support
while standing on pedestals which men had wrongly placed her, until...

Entering hot water, not scalding,
air smelling of potpourri, subtle, not overpowering
Loofah, soft as buckets of freshly picked rose petals
Warm towels wiping away traces of cinnamon bubble bath
Hands strong, massaging, erasing the pain of miles tread.

Cool peach juice surrounds me,
the bowl deep as Grand Canyon, infinite
His mouth wet, inviting, his tongue, gentle
Suction, licking, kissing; bliss – oral pedicure…

I now appreciate being the oxen charged with towing
a beautiful woman, who am I?

Orgasmic Feet!!!