Painting Ideas


The moment
soft and untoward, like
rain, like a momentary breeze
a drift of casual thought, she
looked at me with meaning
seeing me with unexpecting
eyes …she watched
the words I was breathing
the ideas I was painting
in the air
between us
she saw the moment
standing still, hovering and
she reached out with tentative eyes
hesitant and softly
so softly she
pulled them into her arms
onto her skin, my words
landed and she
felt them; truly felt them
I thought as I watched her absorb little
parts of me, small ideas
and I was somehow
a tiny bit more
than I was

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