just because



I live in hazed quarters
you the picture I paint
adding coulors in the mood
a perfect day

a movie or two
dinner in candle light
sweet words touching our skin

no is the word for these dreams
and still I paint pictures
of the perfect day

because you have touched
the fragile part of me



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-21 at 08:54

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Rob Graber
A wonderful poem, this! Stanza 3 expresses beautifully the human predicament: sentenced to live in reality, with our heads full of fantasy! :-,?
2007-02-21


NotaDeadPoet
Using color and light to hightlight the delicacy of the last two lines is effective and touching especially the fragile part of you which is in itself so suggestive that it could be any part from earlobe to pinkie toe and anywhere in between.
2007-02-21