This picture has been haunting me for weeks now. I had this romantic idea in my head. As my cold progressed I seemed to hear this poem form. I hope it makes sense. I am adding the text below in case it is hard to read. I am placing this in JPL's folder at the Haven. She is just one of many I am in deep caption debt to at the moment.
Paint by Love
By Alexia Alexander
He had a secret, she knew it but did not tell.
The Boy thought it was hidden well.
It was of being curvy and soft with two pair of lips,
A vision of beauty that had wider hips.
The Girl loved him so and soon had decided,
To find a way to keep their love united.
Fate intervened one cold dreary day,
As the Girl sought refuge from a rain that held sway.
In this quaint little shop,
She found a white bearded man that reminded her of her grand-pop.
A Wizard was what the man made claim to be,
With items exotic and magical pedigree.
A paint set was bought.
Her lover she sought.
In the quiet of their room naked they stripped
And with each brush stroke and paint color reality ripped.
Their love making was wild and stronger than ever.
Exhausted they lay on a pallet of down feather.
When they awaken the Boy will be Girl and She will be He.
Perfect and Body and Love united they forever be.