Painting the Darkness (Daphne reborn)

I wonder at the meeting you've in mind:
Has it been painted in your head for days?
Do all the brush strokes you've perfected find
Me ready for you with a hundred plays?

I wonder at the artistry you'd share:
Would you let me be represented nude?
And would you mix the pastels, so I'm bare
On canvas and our embrace is quite crude?

I wonder if those people in your life:
Would find my reaching out to wrap you in
The arms that you have painted sense that strife
Is easily abated, when my skin
Is so perfectly coloured; it will sing
A hymn to honour you at our meeting.