27 September 2012
Brush placed in your hand,
Soft, silky paints all around,
Pick up your brush, my artist,
Paint a vine around my wrist,
Twist, curl, green and brown,
Through fingers, tumbling down,
Weaving a rainbow in the stars,
Colours shifting in thought's reservoir,
Outline my eyes in perfect black,
A mysterious, temptress' attack,
Circle warm orange, red in my chest,
Until my full heart is possessed.
Art's Spell • Opuss № I