Tuesday, December 6, 2011

You Can Paint Me

When you drape your hands
across the canvas of my skin
can you feel the bristling -
of the brush?


Will you sense the tingling…
the passion of the paint?


Can you see the vision -
that you'll create?


Each stroke….you'll weave
like coloured fingers of thread
entwined in the tapestry of me.


You can paint me in the dark
until the renaissance of dawn
you’re a master of your skills
and I a sculpture…..
of your artistic will.

2 comments:

  1. That touches so many aspects of my life. I am a painter and understand so much the brush on canvas. Just beautiful.

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