"'Another one,' she said."

let me paint a picture
while you paint.

I'll write the bright of the carrots that I drink,
and the wisdom of the thoughts that we think,
or so we think they are.
I'll remember the buzz of the smoke that
you blow in my face,
while I take a picture
and you take a picture,
for us to remember.

let me paint a picture
while you paint.

we're in the state of flow,
so no talking
in between the talking,
the recognizing of sacred
of the space we share tonight.

let me paint a picture
while you paint.

your tea not exactly what you thought,
like our lives unfolding
in the ways we dreamed,
in ways we never dreamed
would come true.

the hanging pots amoung tangles of vines,
the honks of horns a melody
with the music in the background
singing in languages unknown, in melodies sweet,
ringing and clanging with the laughing
of strangers in 
a strange land we sit, familiar
in one another's company
like family,
even though technically
we're not.

let me paint you a picture 
while you paint.
it's one of heaven on earth,
it's a picture we paint of us.