• Canvas
    A canvas full of nothing
    full of white
    full of empty
    A paint tin full of everything
    full of colour
    full of vibrance
    The paintbrush there to transport
    all the beauty
    all the light
    My hand there to guide it
    there to hold it
    there to make it
    The slilence heard to soothe
    heard to settle
    heard to calm
    The sunlight pours to bathe you
    pours to touch you
    pours to wrap you
    The silk here to slither
    here to embrace
    here to cover
    Your bare skin seen to enlighten
    seen for grace
    seen for sense
    My eyes take you in
    soak your image
    breath it up
    A canvas full of paint
    full of colour
    full of you