lean in
close to the canvas,
you can almost
taste the colour
laid down
as cheek,
as lips,
as bright gaze,
look hopeful
past your face;

lean in
close to the canvas
’til the paint
becomes a part of you;
you once one
now intermingled two;
you once one
now intersex’d two;
a dream of life
lifted from a static, flat place;
you once one
now a living, breathing thin space
dancing with your own
beautiful creation

lean in
there is a new world waiting