you are art

small, sparse moments

crumpled white bedsheets curved around our bodies

a kiss on the forehead at sunrise

a dance on the balcony at sunset

a careful secret lost between our lips

the sun ray’s dripping through the half-drawn curtains and pooling golden onto your skin

your words are like ravels on a piano

your whispers like the rush of a breeze mingling with the trees

and the world seems to take place within your eyes

in a lush dream of verdite forests and dappling leaves

we are the work of a painter with his fine brush

positioned precariously, delicate fingers draped across your chin 

I watch as he dashes the watercolor across the flush of your cheeks

freckles and sunspots carefully dotted,

the speckled birthmark on your neck purposefully placed

like art. 

living, breathing art.