Our bodies are houses… homes,
not just encapsulating shells.
Eyes are the top-room shutters,
keeping out, letting in the light for the man inside,
while our hearts are foyer doors,
hidden just past the exterior,
guarding a core.
This is a place of many footprints,
but few have the key to the lock.
Our hands, our kitchens, living rooms,
buzzing with hivelike activity,
the thing-in-front-of-your-nose,
center stage without all the spotlight.
The foot, however,
is most like a bedroom--
obvious, a little mysterious
an effective means of escape
keeping you grounded,
taking you away.
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