Be my art so I can paint you
A picture of what creativity might be.
You were artfully created and
Sculptured with Michelangelo
Glorified visions of art.
I could sketch out and
Show you its skeleton first.

And your final word would be
The skeleton’s soul.
Breathe poetry onto me,
Throw words like stanzas.

As I might get lost in a
Turmoil of your alterations
And word-plays.
For heaven sake YOU are Art.
Your rhythm is choreographed,
It could be contemporary
Just let it be art.

I’m moved by you I
Believe you’re art
I’m enchanted by you.
I believe this is art.
I think you’re an artist.