Paint With Me

Come, paint with me,
share this place fo safety,
of intimacy,
where there are no mistakes,
where you can bare yourself
without fear,
where only your beauty is seen,
in each brush stroke,
each revealed secret,
each soft whisper of fear
and hope.

Come, paint with me,
choose your colors without regard
to their perfection.
Paint yourself with abandon,
like a child,
free and joyful,
with a giggle and the seriousness
of inventing your own perfection.

Come, paint with me.
let us laugh and love and create
without fear, as a glorious experiment
without rules or critics,
free to be flawed,
terribly flawed
and far more beautiful for it.

About this poem

I’ve been reading and thinking about intimacy lately, and about (emotional/spiritual) safety.

I haven’t painted in a week or so, but plan to get back to it this weekend.

I have been particularly grateful this week for the people who love me.

And from all that, this poem.

Tom