Your deep as fathoms (mary janes)

mary jane

Oh – I am listening to a memory and long shadow cast-wide nets.

I hear my collective history, my rhythmed slide-shoe beat and
feel.

Back to me, appear – and be tangible, be where I left you,
be light for tonight’s quiet and slip me, rub me;
the guided touch of your fingertips. Oh –

I can touch your trail, your deep, fathoms in shimmered,
thousand miles of current. Oh –

I hear and smell your scent. I feel your hunger for survival.
I see you coming home. Oh.

Categories: 1960s, Bondage, Brown Leather Shoe, Illustration, Women's ShoesTags: , , , , , , , ,

Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities.

I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.

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