LIVING INK:
A celebration of poetry in motion inspired by Paul Krapf
She wanted a poem,
without realizing each time we meet
is poetry.
Our finest poems are not on paper,
but in those moments hearts
transform into joyous song.
In those fleeting snatches
each touch becomes an artistic act,
and ordinary existence seems sublime.
When one glance contains many caresses,
and eyes contain who symphonies of intention,
dear one, what need is there of written poetry?