My hands in your Paint

I fill up
different
containers
with paint.
small little bowls
and cups.
I put the canvas on the floor.
The plastic I put
down should
protect against
the paint
getting on the floor.
I put my hands
in the paint
and start to paint
with my fingers,
my hands.
It calms me.
The colors mixing
together.
The way it feels
between
my fingers.
The colors
are so bold,
but as they
blend..
they become
something
else.
On their own
beautiful.
But blended
together...
its magical.
Moving my
hands
across the canvas
the images
are so natural.
so simple.
so....beautiful.
I got so carried
away I look
over and see
I got paint
on the floor.
It will stain.
I will never
get it up.
Overtime it
will fade,
but right now
you can see
it.
That's what
happens
when I relax
and let my
guard down.
You get on my
hands
and in my
heart...
And I can not
get you out,
I just have
to let you fade.