Poetry Contest Submission 5

Fetish

It was a business foot massage.
I stripped your
sweat-loving socks
over your freshly-
filed toenails
and fought to tame
my flustered mind.
There’s no point in denying
I wanted to feel your
Feet
Between my
Fingers.
To fondle your
phalanges
and follow the flesh
of your underfoot.
Strictly business?
I couldn’t if I tried.

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About loyolapoets

The Greyhound Collective Poetry Revival would like to consider “mission statement” in its simplest terms. Rather than reiterate the boundaries of our task, we simply express our aim: to become a mission – a party of individuals sent out into the world with a message meant to unveil a uniting principle of truth. We define this message as “poetry.” We promote poetry as a viable and vivid art form, alive and accessible. Freed from its ivory tower, our poetry will breathe life into an ailing form while fostering an artful relationship with the greater community. We assert ourselves under the following mantra: “your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life actually is.” As a collective, we write to be sanctified. View all posts by loyolapoets

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