I need to paint
Love on your skin
For you to feel
The unadulterated
Attention of
Art being created
On you
With you
By each
Loving stroke
Of my brush
Upon your surface,
Though what
I do affects
Every water
Molecule
In your body
Down to the
Cellular level…
This is more
Intimate than
Others can imagine
Because we
Spend hours
Paying attention
To the canvas
Of your skin.
This isn't sex
Its Art.
This is more
Than art
It is love,
It is creation
It is trust
That you
Will allow me
The honor of
Expressing
My soul
On your skin.
What is temporary
Is beautiful
Because you
Have to pay
Attention…
For this
Art
This expression
This body
Will never
Be or look
Like this
Ever again.
The present
Moment
Become acute
In the presence
Of knowing
That you are
Witnessing something
Precious,
Which can
Never last.
Right now
I have to paint
You.
Your soul
Your mind
Your body
Demands my
Creation,
&
Those who will
See you
& my art
Demand it
Of us…
Humanity
Cries out for
Beauty in a world
That is far too dark
As it is.
The Muse demands
We be her slaves
For a day
And create
Something
Together,
That
Even though
It will only
Last a moment
Will leave
An everlasting
Impression.