heart on fire and guns a-blazing

she charges forward,
(or is that barrels onward?)
both guns a-blazing

who has time to wait?
fingers, maps or instructions
they just slow her down

her philosophy?
experience the moment
but do it right now

oh beloved artist
my inner walls are canvas
awaiting the brush

I call your rainbow light
paint me with broad, languid strokes
decorate my love