As Wine Might Swim (Poem)

Let's make a painting together,
a canvas covered in travels and poetry,
an acrylic tube of days covered in laughter,
an oil painting drying on sun-licked beaches and dinner-time stories.

Let's draw a picture together,
of a camel's eyelashes in pencil, etched on paper, thick like winter snow,
of a chopped up sea in marker, permanently riding turquoise waves,
of a bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk.

Let's mix some paper up,
and glue it in a thousand directions,
cut it in a thousand facets,
and let it dry in a mosaic and mist of color and life.

Let's make a painting together,
and watch it dry as wine might swim around on a warm coastal breeze.