My hands

My mind

My heart

My being;

Possessed by a robot

Robs the paintbrushes of the artist

 Right next to me

The robot dared

To manipulate me

Into roping myself

With the ugly claws of felony

 My unwaged hand of the pair

Stirs in unity

With its better half

To snatch

The palette

Of vibrant colors

Dunking the tips into this gooey goo

The paintbrush sighs in euphoria

When the cold coldness

Bestows her with a pleasure bath

The inaugural rite

Now officially over

The paintbrush readies herself

To make love

To the canvas

Purloining energy

From the palette

Sporadically

She transforms

The plain white canvas

To a slat full of

Unnamed peccadillo

Gripping pools of silver

Those stare back at my dark brown ones

Beckon me to take a fall

For once and for all

As the paintbrush in my hand

Goes to heights as to

Mock me

 The intensity

Concealed in those pools

Feeds all the curiosity

And rarity

Building up

Into mine

Filling me up with

An unnamed emotion;

This unnamed peccadillo

Of a being

A sly smile

To mask thoughts

A façade

To dupe me

Grazes those lips

Seeking my touch

Oh Pools,

You don't see,

You can never deceive me,

Do you?

I churn out

The undying power

Of

Discernment

From my cells

And mind;

My intangible soul

That forbids the said resource

To expire

You stand where I am:

Neither can you surpass me

Nor can you pull me down

Entangling our fingers

We endure it all

Beseeching every second

To plummet

Into those deep pools

You into mine

I into yours

Oh, my Cynosure.

***

We are on a par

At an arm's length

Where we both have a viewpoint

Of one another

If I were here...

And

You were over there,

My clear sight

Wouldn't be

Not so clear anymore.

Let's make

Our song heard

As we take a dive

Only for the cliffs

To echo us.

The center of my attention

Now befallen

To be the center

Of

My universe.

***

©VioletEden