Paint me, love
A writer and a painter, in a studio alone, lock eyes for a moment, before burying it deep and forgetting.
Paint me, let me dry on that canvas,
you with your soft brush,
dragging lines and colors, the world exploding from your fingertips.
I will write you into the stars,
borne from the cosmos, hoping that you may wander in it,
I know your curiosity.
Yet our gaze is fleeting,
a desert between us,
a sea of so many other possibilities that we may take.
All the world fell away
when your eyes met mine.
It could not be.
It can never be
With nervous laughter, we hid it, we locked the moment deep within our hearts.
And never did I want to speak more
"In another time
we will meet again.
Bind me with your brush, paint the image of me in your mind, etch it into the depths of your soul
I'll write you until your name is the only word I know, leave it all over the world with my inked pen.
Every story, every portrait will have the other. So we may never forget. So the world may know about us."