Counting stars

I dip the brush deep into my soul.
I paint with the color of strength,
I keep drawing lines from my heart to 
every part of my body.


From North to South, 
the same path follows the same
patterns.
Lines are crossing, touching each
other, even dancing and moving
in their own circles.

From East to West,
it keeps on going, restless, 
drops of color.
Running.
From my mouth, down my neck.
soaking up my desires.

My body vibrates like the wings 
of a hummingbird. 
The splashes of silver shimmering
like moonlight. 

I go deeper.
Dip the brush into my weakest point. 
Pull it in.

Red drops race down my spine and leave
a trace of the past.
I erase the thought of it being there.

Lines are crossing, touching each
other, creating a net of beauty.

I embrace myself.

And watch the reflection of the
colors pulling circles in the
dark water.