Perhaps the truth about love
lies betwixt and between....

Somewhere out there....
love poems are being written
about the moon in June,
roses in bloom, by
lovers who are so smitten.

But, somewhere, there are new babies
crying, needing comfort in the night,
empty bed cooling until the
morning light.

Somewhere, there are lovers calling
out words of love, of longing,
deperately searching for that
completion of themselves.

But, somewhere there are dishes
to wash, chores to be done,
careers to chase, angry words
uttered in haste.

Somewhere betwixt and between,
is where we will meet, in that
nebulous gray area, of exciting,
sensuous energy, and the interchange
of real practical life for you and me.


Kay Ekwall ©1998




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