Painted Caress

I await you presenting a boldly blank canvas. Thriving, suspended upon the easel of your caress. I await you presenting a boldly blank canvas. Prior masterpieces hang eternal upon Rose velvet walls, matted memories of Cerulean haze spattered with passion's Purple. Tracing, trembling sabled pathways you begin with Ochre. Harsh, tentative lines soften as your stroke turns buttercup Yellow. Reflecting the view of an inner mind I radiate harmony under the cadence of your stroke. Swiftly, I am painted searing Orange crying out, the need to be created, exquisite. Pigments play, my canvas blends crimson as your brush surges forward bright white. Painting complete, I am vunerable to my artful creator's next vision.September 2001, Written October 2nd, 2001 © on Oct 02 2001 01:29 PM PST   0 • 8