One Toe Out the Door

He’s got one toe on the starting tape,

One toe on the bed,

Making love, in that moment, in time,

With the little toe quivering to go.

A race to stay in required time,

Long enough to keep love aflame,

Looking outward and forward

With that lean, of got to go.

I hold the hand, I hold the arm

I turn the charm, I turn the tears

But he’s here, he is here,

Yet he’s there, he is there,

While that foot, and toe, and pinkie, too,


Out the door.

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