gliding on the canvas
back and forth, side to side
the movements flow and wave
rolling and sliding
the canvas fills with color
entertwining with each stroke and movement.
each shade folds to the other
just like lovers in a field sharing
a moment of love on their afternoon picnic
Brush Strokes of Red
a moment by the water
the sun glitters through the leaves near us
she sits on the smooth rock
so perfect I can’t help but gaze at her
tension builds in me as I glance at her lips
I fight the impluse to draw near her
Those eyes are like magnets
I should go home now! My hearts can’t fight this off for long!
She lets me lay my head on her lap
Her hands are like paint brushes on a canvas
Her strokes are so smooth and dance across my body
The memories dance in my soul and in my heart
I embrace it and free myself
We dance, hand in hand, cheek to cheek
The dance of angels on cloud 9.
a moment in time
a sound from below
a familiar swish of her feet
a knock at the door
a beautiful smile
I’m taken back
I had been so careful
to keep her in the distance
now she is pulling toward me
what do I do?
I didn’t plan for this
I let her embrace me
It feels so beautiful
Now, I’m left
with a moment
the air is still
the sounds so soft
my heart swirls
my logic is scared
I feel like a quarter that froze in mid-air which noone can explain.
