the muse
I want to wrap you in art
Let the canvas wrinkle and crinkle around the curves of your body
Becoming exactly who you are
Create your beauty the way I see
The shapes that make up your ideas, realized into a frame
I want to wrap you in art
I want to keep you on a pedestal though I know you’ll jump down
Letting the paint drip off your body as you walk through powerlines and dynasties
Becoming exactly who you are
The way you draw air
The pages of sketches littering the walls and mirrors and doors tight
I want to wrap you in art
And lines of useless poems
Where my metaphors fight to touch your complexity
Becoming exactly who you are
There is love
Then there is an obsession for a soul. Depth of a portrait
I want to wrap you in art
Becoming exactly who you are
