Body canvas

the canvas is always clean for me

awaiting my newly formed thoughts

the smooth, opaque surface

feels the tip of my tongue dragged across

i have what seems like miles left to go

my artistry is clouded by lust

my canvas seems to have the scent

of human passionate musk

i've drawn so much into this intimacy

given you so many memories of us

taken only what was offered to my heart

attempted not to let it cloud over with lust

vibrant colours paint your body beautiful

only if i never coloured your soul

i could not take credit for creating

your body whole

i pull the covers over the surface of creation

because it's gotten too dark to see

it's late and my love wants to sleep

lying next to me