Back to Joe Hart's Artist PageTo the Artist's Page             Back to the Unlikely Stories home pageTo our home page
IncubusTo Joe Hart's previous piece     Ars brevisTo Joe Hart's next piece
Caroline's Poem

There is a certain joy that is not sex,
But is a special love that goes along
With closeness and compatibility,
Both psychic closeness and to sit together,
And want to sit together and to touch,
Arms around each other, not alone,
Exchanging talk and touching. As two eyes
See two eyes that see two eyes that see,
And in their sight and vision fall in love,
So is it just to cuddle half asleep,
Half asleep in consciousness
And half asleep in love;
And in such narcosoma softly say,
"I love you" to each other.
I want to be in love.