can i paint on your back
words , trees-
you and me.
can i dig on your skin
poems, truths-
a butterfly or two.
can a brush in my hand
roam a body-
like yours , by Angels made.
can a sinful whisper
escape a mouth ?
with my palette
I pick the colors-
was it green ?
your favorite shade ?
within your figure
the flowers lay.
within your smile
there's a bliss-
in which dimples find their way
among a dreamy painting-
i tint.
among your little heart-
i color.
and through your eyes-
i paint-
An endless future-
For you to stay.

© Aya