I look at your feet

I look at you sometimes when you are not aware of it. I look at you in these moments the way a stranger might so I can see you better than I usually do. And in fact you always look fresh and new and similar to the person I think of as you. I love the way you look. And I feel happy just to be here looking at you, the way the dog sits at the feet of us. I sit at the feet of the thing that is you.
I look at your feet.