When I Painted My Masterpiece

I close my eyes and knit a river
To keep afloat the visions of my mind
Beneath the turbulence lies secure
the seed of my reality

Snuggled next to her skin
Hear a silent voice, a cryptic signature
Veiled away from the mortal eye
The hum of a secret garden in bloom

Her body becomes a canvas
Her skin the colours
All in wait of bold strokes and gentle scrawls
Colourful violence and timid tenderness

All to summon the masterpiece in ‘her’
As yesterday’s stereotypes reshuffle like cards