The sensuous artist, a glorious soul.
She paints a vivid canvas with her words,
Such beautiful strokes of her mind,
A glimpse of what’s inside.
And on that easel she tentatively
Displays her heart for all the world to see.
I finally got to see her painting
Resting upon her easel was my face
It was incredible to see myself,
through her beautiful yet vulnerable mind
The question permeating my mind.
Could I bring her the joy she desires?
In truth, I’m scared too,
Scared I’m not good enough
