The Artist
Paint me with your breath
and your favorite hues of red
until the pigment and anticipation
drips from my chest.
Draw the sunlight onto my back
with your fingertips
the way it reflects through our little bedroom window
every morning.
Weave the blush into my cheeks
and the flush into my skin
and I'll invite the rosy tint
into my lips through yours.
Sculpt a mountain range beneath my flesh
with your eager arms
and name it after a place
you'll always call home.
This poem is about:
Me