I spray a fizz of red,
the canvas becomes a pool
of blood, the essence of lilies,
the spirit of sacrifices, the hunger
for power, the ravishing romance.
But I paint you, and you are my
Muse.
I pour a pint of blue,
the canvas seems like the
endless sky, the tormented ocean,
the sweet blueberries’ juice, the
sparkle of sapphires, the depth of
her eyes, yet I just paint you;
and you are my Muse.
You fleet through my senses,
you surge through my blood,
you capture my mind
and ensnare my heart.
You are my Muse and
I am your Painter and
so we stand reflected within
each other, through a veil of glass.