The intimacy of a foot,
steps taken, shared, over warm dry pavement, cool damp leaves, soggy slimy mud, powdery snow melting in the shoe.
The intimacy of a foot,
pant-leg, a sock matching a shirt, laces, a face an inch away because the step was not straight.
The intimacy of a foot,
the talent of pen-strokes, lines intersecting under a star, crossing their talents for luck.
The intimacy of a foot,
bare as an assumption, delicate as a question, self-conscious as new love.

The intimacy of two feet,
as they pretend that nothing lies between the truth of a step taken - the way that they match, the point where they cross, barely, delicately, self-consciously - and their future.
A foot,
waiting, accepting, dreaming, remembering a walk it took...