You Are Painting Me Now Poem by Chuy Amante

WITH love's brush you stroke,
into natural colors you poke

SEEing and painting what is,
and watching, MAN-i-festing bliss

Paint me on your canvas
then detach, know, open your hatch.
I'll come by foot, throw your hook,
It I'll catch, your dream is a book
that I've read well, I only dance
in heaven, never in hell.

You'll know, I'll know,
under-stand-ing skies and trust.
We'll not oxidize nor rust
In the wind we'll blow on
always as ONE, fun, Ecuador, Taiwan..