Afternoon Delight — Image by kenne
I’ve been here before
known this place
walked this floor
lived here alone
before, I knew you.
You became my
photographic muse
an afternoon delight
laying on a bed of red
shadows of natural light.
Blue, blue windows
opened to the sky
clouds move by
casting moments
to dream by.
Morning would come
roosters crowing
at the break of dawn
sheets still damp
moments to live by.
Imagine yesterday’s
times we’ve shared
becoming memories
fueling our tomorrows
filled with timeless love.
Now, everyone can see
you belong to me
knowing it’s so
hard to love, still
we share the look
of satisfaction.
— kenne
(With thanks to Leonard Cohn.)
Becoming is Superior to Being 
Selfies
Before the iPhone
and selfies,
there was the
self-portrait.
Children drew stick-figures
of themselves,
and still do.
Artisits painted
reflected images
of themselves,
and still do.
The images of life
we find most
fascinating
are of ourselves —
mirror, mirror
on the wall . . .
Tell me your stories
of unknown pleasures
as seen in the eyes of others.
— kenne
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