I dream I’m in a Parisian café
With a dark-haired girl
Wearing a yellow skirt revealing
Photographic sensual legs
That would later make me cry
All night in bed still pondering them.
I have so many of these
Intoxicating fantasies,
Massaging her delicate feet
And kissing her toes
With her toenails painted pink.
But then I find myself alone somewhere
On an impoverished street,
And I mostly see old ladies or poor kids
Riding their bikes on weed-infested sidewalks,
And I don’t reject but relish and celebrate the contrast,
It is all the poetry of God’s scattered
Beautiful humanity,
As if you could gather
Every amazing flower petal
On a single flower.
A Uriah Hamilton original. Poignant, beautiful and well worth many readings. Kindest regards, Sandra
The last three lines did it for me. Lovely image. Compassionate writing as usual Uriah. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully scripted, and such a pleasure to read this one. Such contrasts really make it exceptional. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX