Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Pleasure

The pleasure not of a single touch, nor words written on a poets lunch. The events leading from your heart to mine caused a motion that is love defined. It put a giggle in every step, it dressed the hollow in its autumn best. Complacent in the clouds, I'm not concerned with falling down.

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