Paint Me like This

Search inside the window of my soulwithout placing the turpentineto removethe bright colors of meand love melike the artist lovesthe strokes of paintbrushing slowly on a canvas. Listen, but with your heartnot your earsbecause love is like windfelt but not touch,flying invisibly without destination. It is simply like this…without expecting anythingbut a beautiful compositionthat comes from the mysteriousand my spirit reflects it all. Touch me but without hypocrisy,without ill-mannered wordsthat get caught in deception.You are more than this,more than those words,poisonous thoughts,insecurities,that die inside of you. Kiss me,grab me tightly,but not so much like a possessionof a car, house, or doll.Place your hand over my heart,notice the rhythmand follow it.Draw its lines,its need for more,full of life for us. Love me, like this…as love should be loved,held with compassionand faith leading the wayto wherever the Divine wants us to go.