Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Kitchen Dance

 It was a thought and it was a dream 

you took my hand; you have my everything. 

When things look down and skies are gray

a dance in the kitchen brings the sun my way. 


Pulling close and kissing sweet 

ewww a chill comes over me,

you are the song that lifts me off my feet, 

with whispers right out of my dreams. 


Keeping on living and keep on lovin

the trick that sparks the wanting,

to hold you close and keep you here

somehow our souls eternally share.


In the kitchen the lights are low

I close my eyes and I let go, 

magical as it can be

I feel you here next to me.




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