Soles - Joel Hernandez

The fact was obvious when I laid eyes on you.

I wanted your sense of fashion on my feet,

I could already hear your glistening gum bottoms making music with the gravel,

I could already feel slithering laces grasping your tongue to compress me tightly around your hollow body.

I want your saturated colors fluttering through the vivid air as we take a stroll through the streets of Seattle.

I want the attention of civilians, admiring this impeccable art piece roaming the streets.

I want… you.