Blank canvas
I cleaned my brush
So do I need to know
About your past
And drag mine
Into this now?
Saturated colors
Some dark edges;
A focal point
Can we not paint on white
Start out right?
Blank canvas
Is not ours
I do not require
A new work of art,
Superimposed
Upon our past.
I take you
As you are
Along with each stroke of brush
You have crafted until now;
The anatomy of us
Overlaps with the portrait of our lives
I see the whole spectrum
Let us look at the big picture.
