Let me take you to an ethereal plane to heal your pain.
Ironic, how spiritual awakening can cure sleep deprivation.
I know you're tired.
Have you ever felt the colors
Subtly whispering on the surface of your skin?
Has he?
Has your world been this vivid
With anyone you've let in?
When was the last time somebody felt you within
Without breaking beneath your skin?
When was the last time somebody made your fingers feel
Like bristles dipping into the depths of his spirit
Just before you painted elliptic inscriptions,
Tracing sensitive places of his form?
Did the masterpiece you'd create when you kissed him
Fit in with your vision
Of how they make love
On the darker side of the moon?
Did he respect and protect your artistic expression?
Or did his astral projection transcend your affection
Just to lust for another love's touch?
I know you're afraid.
But let me wipe your tears away,
I refuse to let your watercolors run.
We'll create light together
When I show you how love is made on the brightest side of the sun.