The Painting Poem by Teresa Reuter

brushes of all sizes
strokes moistening the canvas
soft bristles reaching every inch
it is wet

bright paints upon the palate
the thickness adjusted
kissing the wet canvas
it is yearning

splashing color upon the surface
each stroke more fevered
petals coming to life in contrasting color
it is wanting

dew upon the grass, brightness upon the buds
quicker motions increasing desire
minute by minute, hour by hour, coming to life
it is craving

each stroke and color add mystique
making love to the canvas
every miniscule touch raising the level
it is impatient

meeting each stroke urgently
whispering softly
touch me, caress me, finish me
it is demanding

embracing power and passion
wrapping beauty within it's folds
grasping tight the final splash
it is done.