Friday, June 22, 2007

My Painter!

You are Raphael,
You are Vincent,
You are Jackson,

Be My Painter.

The ginger tone of my life picks up the melody of saffron
By the lemony touch of your voice.

The pale of my face gets the taste of peach
By the silky cover of your breath on my shoulders.

I’ll be your pallet
You be my painter

The thunder of my pulse that breaks under this distance,
Aches for your healing hands,
Longs for your Godly gaze,
Calls for the touch of your brush.

I am your pallet
Hold me in your hands

I am your pallet
You be my painter
Hold me in your arms
Wish any color !


Nazy said...

Oh, what a beautiful poem, Tameshk! Full of joy of life and happiness. Brava! Italy agrees with you my dear. Enjoy it and be good my friend. Bellissima!

Nazy said...

Tameshk Jan: I hope you are well and enjoying your trip my dear. I am thinking about you and sending you good vibes for an enjoyable time. Thinking about you.

Tameshk said...

Nazy Joonam

Thanks for your lovely comments. I have limited access to the Internet and I miss my home back in the United States.