Studies in Love

I just started making abstract art. When it comes to life and art I can't paint with just one color. This is my poem about painting.



I had a little taste of love
a sneak peak
it lifted me up
the wind blew in my direction
the swerve tempted me to sway
my body depended on the rhythm
A beautiful thing to connect
the joy I carry with me
a charm around my neck
I watch myself
my behavior has a new flavor
the scenery behind my eyes is different
my own private movie begins
time passes but always feels new
so fucking precious
I want to live in between
I won't make plans
grey matter filled with black and white
I'll take this picture a thousand times
-B