The Smell Of The Beloved's Feet Poem by Steven Aragon

My muse has smelly feet
A smell that can keep a good horse down
Perhaps fell an attic's demons
But we just laugh and he turns a little pink
We all have something about us that can be considered a social sin.
I can create more snow than Kilanmanjaro with a scratch of my head.
The thing is are you going to let it hold you back from living?
Are you going to be little and judge others?
Youre a fool if you nod yes.
I dont mind the beloved's smell.
His feet are a part of the whole.
The odor reminds me hes working hard.
It tells me when hes nearby which comforts me.
My flakes connect me to the men on my mother's side.
An interesting mystery of biology, and what is passed down.
Reminding me Im part of something larger and continuous.
So think what you want.
Do as you do.
And, maybe, one day you'll look in the mirror to find love looking back at you