To see something is to drink it in.
The senses absorb a tiny fraction...

It's in the way his fingertips brush against my...
its in the way he kisses my forehead and whispers...

It's storytime
And your Uncle is home...

A mother broods over
her offspring...

Now apart, but together;
When the shore sings...

It's noon in your city,
and a minivan orgy is taking place on the streets...

Her feet dangle,
The water licks the shore...

Hands resting gently in his lap,
Like a Bengal stalking its prey...

It came disguised.
Cleverly clad in [pink...

To the flag, to Bush, to you
To a Starbucks on every corner...

The fans spun above our heads.
Spun the way the man at the bar...

We have the best seat in Taco Treat.
Alone in the back; a corner to ourselves...