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Bare feet. I'm not bare feet,
but I love bare feet. My bare feet that is.
I love the feeling of my
left big toe rubbing against the
toe beside it. I call it Toe #2.
However, I don't love the feeling of my
right big toe rubbing against
the toe beside it.
I love the way mud squishes
between my toes, the way grass tickles
my sole, the way the sun
warms my calluses. I love my bare
feet because they allow a
continuum with the earth and myself.
Rain. I'm not rain, but I love rain. I
love the smell of the wet dirt,
the wet asphalt, the wet brick. Not that
they didn't smell good before,
its just that the rain makes them better,
somehow. I love the feeling of the
rain on my skin. Its nature's
way of saying, "You need a bath."
I love how the rain makes
the world reflect on itself; two worlds,
one on top of the other in a
messy coalition of beauty.
Skin. I'm not skin, but I love skin. My skin,
that is. I love how warm I am.
It makes people want to hug me tight,
but I don't mind, I love hugs.
I say I don't but I do. I love the clay
underneath my fingernails.
It's not the most attractive thing in the
world, but I love it. I love
the paint that I'll find in the strangest places.
My skin absorbs it as if it
were already part of me. I love the freckle
on my right hip. Its lovely and brown.
Baby tooth. I'm not a baby tooth, but
I love a baby tooth. My
baby tooth, that is. It's name is Tiny Tim.
I love the fact that its an adult
tooth, but looks like a baby tooth. It doesn't
touch the teeth on either side of it.
It must want to be alone or else I think it would
snuggle up next to another tooth. I love the noise Tiny
Tim makes when I push my
tongue beside it and exhale. It's a faint
whistle, just loud enough for
me to hear it and me alone.
The sunset. I'm not the sunset, but I love
the sunset. Not that I have
anything against the sunrise, its beautiful,
but there's something about
the sunset that makes me fall in love. I love
its colors. The sunset's colors
are similar to the changes of the seasons;
the cool blue and refreshing
yellow catches your eye like the skies of
spring; the subtle pink excites
you like the opportunities of summer; the
orange and red calm your
hysterics like the falling leaves of autumn's
rein; the black of night lulls
you to sleep with the stars mimicking the
glisten of freshly fallen snow.
I love the promise of a sunset. The promise that
today will end and tomorrow
will begin.
Who am I? I'm the freedom
of wonderfully dirty bare feet. I'm the
lover of rain's reflection.
I'm the secret admirer of a hug's affections.
I'm the piper of Tiny Tim's tunes.
I'm the observer of every sunset's rainbow.
That you didn't know, I bet.