Poetry 'n Prose

Dancing Laughing Kissing Touching

I feel like dancing

In tune with the changing

tempo and rhythms

of sweet music


I feel like laughing

but discretely, society frowns

on flagrant displays

of happiness


I feel like kissing

enough to cover the bodies

of a thousand

blue whales


I feel like touching the sky

though I might fall,

and there are no parachutes

inside me.



By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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