When the paint brush tip kisses the canvas <br />all human anxiety dissolves. <br /> <br />We want this kiss. <br />We crave our lips touching the stars meltingly, <br />our nervous bodies elevated to ash. <br /> <br />We want this caress, <br />her moaning sigh beneath his broad-shouldered sky <br /> <br />©2014 All rights reserved<br /><br />Michelle Claus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feeling-mystical/
