Paint Splatter

You lie there with a blank expression.

Blank like a canvas just waiting to be filled with color.

For you see my love, I am a blank canvas too.

And you are the artist.

Waiting to fill my life with wondrous things and color.

It's not a paint by number.

So don't dip with caution.

Make a master piece upon my heart.

For I too am lonely.

Together we can erase heart ache.

Together we will be.

As close as the paint is upon the brush.

A mental picture.

My eyes are the flash with every blink.

I will be your artist.

Sketching out every detail.

Slowly.

Because a work of art takes time.

Make the first mark.

But don't erase mistakes.

We all make them.

Painting over the outline won't make it any better.

It will bleed through and we will still know.

Of course, after a while it is part of the piece.

Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.

You be the critic.