I wish I could do modelling for you
while you paint a picture of me.
Or you could envisage painting on me too
with body paint, bold as can be.
Have you ever looked at people fully clothed
and tried to visualise them as lonely?
I'd like to see you artistically robed
in whole and not part of you only.
Then I'd portray you as being homely
whilst exploring the unknown non-stop.
Leaving the desolate part for last only
and then watch a waterfall's drop.
Could you imagine siamese twins
joined at the hip, perfectly timed
that every step taken would convince
their bodies to be entertwined,
with feeling elation all day:
does the idea not get you excited?
Or imagine with every word that you say
You're creating with your lips: you're invited.
You may feel overwelming desire inherently
and can inherently sense, but yet not see.
