A 11 K

We move now, strung as cars on concrete

across paths to different tomorrows.

Gliding, we three sail towards smiles

safe in fact, for our pasts have been.

She, the innocent, smiles in games

seeing in us an unknown place.

Flowing around, about old forms

both, knowing their feel.

Touching touch as we each let the other know beauty.

In our hands, a brush

and the joy to paint love for innocence.