He is starting to distrust my toes.
If he pops them in his mouth
Without looking,
His plans sometimes go out the window.
He never knows
What I've dipped my
Toes into this time.
Sometimes I dip them into hot wax,
For it helps relax sore ligaments.
Sometimes when the humidity is thick among us,
I've dipped my toes in Vick's menthol rub
To stave away the smelly toe fungus,
And the night before the 3rd Saturday waltz,
I always dip my toes in salts,
For general purposes.
But as it were, I think I see
His distrust of my feet
Creeping up to apply to the rest of me.
If my toes aren't sweeet, afterall!
It seems that even spring can be a season for cold feet.

-jenn