Writings May 09

I have been writing these last few days :

Would you be my canvas ?

Would you be my canvas as well as being my muse ?

I'll draw the ebb of tides , the star fish , the shells and the underwater world on your body.
I'll draw sleepless starry nights – I'l draw the wind's embrace and my hungry lips will play rivers of light.
I'll pray for your hands to raise the birds of joy.
- We might even let the dance of dawn gently erase the outlines of a primeval camp.

Will you be my canvas ?

The Painter to the Muse