Kiss

She paints a picture, except
The canvas is the universe,
And her soul is its art

It is bleeding and ravaged
For the paint she uses
Is drawn from her heart

The scenery is alive, for
Every single detail drawn
Refuses to ever depart

From her unbroken spirit
As she continues to paint
Despite being torn apart…

She didn’t have to do this
But in the name of love
It’s not her will but thine

It’s both pain and bliss
Painting with closed eyes
As her tears flow fine

It’s so easy to see 
Her heartbroken scars
Praying to the divine

For she is painting a kiss
A reunion with her beloved
A moment words cannot define…

Written next to her heart
The words - Are you even real,
Or are you imaginary, surreal?

The ink-stain upon her mind
Are you even here to feel
My pain, can I ever heal?

The signature upon her body
Do you understand my zeal
For loving you, I would kneel

The bookmark within her soul
A prophecy, a sovereign seal
That one day, love will reveal…

Reveal their first kiss,
When she raised him
From the abyss…

Reveal their desire
For something more
Than merely this…

Reveal their fire
Burning within
In nirvanic bliss…

Reveal their calling
To presence higher
Divine reminisce…

Her scarred body shows
The love within that glows
Her heart intuitively knows
As the paint-brush flows…

She will continue painting
She will continue straining
For until they meet again,
She will continue relenting…

But that’s ok.
Because in heaven
They’ve already kissed.