paint me like an impressionist 

with heart and absence of mind 

shades of sage and petal pinks 

of enchanting vines and flesh entwined.

please, use your brush to show me 

what your tongue and lips refuse 

for your artist mind may lose itself among 

a pallet of word cobbled avenues. 

and i know naught of how you view me 

beyond our passion in tangled sheets;

how do i emerge in the liquid light of dawn?

in the morning hours that breach our peace? 

oh my darling, paint me, i beg thee, 

to convey the best way you know how 

that i'm not alone in the way that i feel 

and Anteros* need not avenge me at the end of now.

* Anteros: god of requited love & avenger of unrequited love