Spray Paint Poem by Kewayne Wadley

If these ears could talk,
They'd tell you about all the times you've crossed my mind.
Sporadic sprays from a spray can.
Thoughts spread in a variety of color
Trying to capture your beauty.
The surface of canvas littered in vibrant hue,
The definition of eyes,
A blossoming flower grown from the heart, my heart.
Yearning to be held by your gentle caress.
The sculpture of hands drenched in watercolors,
We are the paint thrown in blotches, without shape or form.
Splattered in democracy
Rebellious in the way we love,
Inspired by the very throb of our heart.
A perspective taken highly by the
Connoisseur
Whom stares in awe