Brush bristles of smudged dreams drench my skin
Clairvoyant colors bleed deep in my veins
Dove draughts of mottled burnt offerings anoint me
I fling fistfuls of joy from my careless abandon

My soul is a canvas stretched taut yet so supple
I pine for the pressures of tincture and framings
Spiraling centers of coarse refinement
Breach the tide of my random a-musings

Sullenly slipping my grasp it releases
Frothing to flowing in rays of confection
Whirling to settle in flexible visage
‘Til adornment beacons my lover to gaze!                                        

(Inspired by Fragrance of First Light collaboration with Hector Rios)

tpt 8/14/15