I hand you a brush
and offer you tubes of paint and a palette.
I lay down on the cold white sheets that will serve as a canvas.
I need your love.
I need your forgiveness.
With tears in my eyes
I ask you to repaint my soul.
Cover the scars and pains.
Make me new.
You lay the brush down
saying you don't need it.
You cover my body with yours.
The canvas no longer cold.
With a kiss, I am alive with vibrant colors.
With a touch I am new.
