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,
Shashsays
Out the door.