#9
art
a random spattering of words
dance across the canvas
of your tongue painting its
surrealistic images of a united soul
for the two of us - shadows melding together.
and the lines of figures pressing together
spill from your eyes
wrapping around the shading on my legs
pulling me closer to your warmth
as you sleep on the couch.
I've dreamed of a world of art
and my mind is left echoing with
a blank sheet of paper as you've traced
all the shapes with your finger on my back
the silence is my lover here.