The Ultimate Portrait

Here

I lay

Naked before your eyes

I want you to paint

My portrait

But not with the brush

Nor with colors

Instead

Stroke your quill

And define me

With your beautiful words

Bring me to life

With your imagination

For I want to breathe

Between the line

And your rhythm

It's what I yearn to conceive

Reviews

[samparks,sam]

How I care that is point
mine eyes wear
that friend is mine
blanket of flower
I hide you inside
That is the color of mine
That friendship is nice