Friday, March 25, 2011

Nothing Better

There is nothing better than the kiss
It is in my head & in my bed
And thinking of our slow bodies
Vaguely sensing voices
Yet it's quiet - with only dreaming
To look back on & lie back on.

I shall place a lingering kiss
And dream of you
Paris shall be the place
Take special care
This evening -
Between how & when
Spring comes & goes

1 comment:

  1. Parisa has many talents. I don't know which I prefer - her art or her poetry. With her art her sense of colour is superb and her poetry is wonderfully inventive. I would love to see her art in person because I imagine that phtographs don't do it justice. One day I shall! Meanwhile I shall enjoy what I see on this website.