Harmonious Composition

I paint hills with my hips and stroke the edges of the sky with a heavy sigh. 

I use a storm of words to blend the red soil of childhood dreams

And hope the winds purify the forbidden streams 

Streams of minds in illusive vertigo

I squeeze the feeling out of a tube of indigo 

And evoke depth through lustrous streaks of infinity 

In silence the truth is communicated telepathically. 

My body follows the creative flow of my intuition 

And for you I’ll paint a harmonious composition 

For you…I’ll paint hills with my hips.