My body is a blank canvas
He paints colour into me with his fingers
The red flush of my cheeks with every gentle touch
The soft pinks of my lips as he drags his thumb over them
The gold he drowns my skin in as he ignites my soul with warmth
Warmth that matches the force of sun rays
Second by second
Minute by minute
His hands never tiring as he completes his masterpiece
Pouring his essence into me
The translation of his being
And he gives every piece of it to me
The blackest pits of his heart are what he bleeds into my soft strands
My raven hair now wafts with the breeze of his shallow breaths
And when he looks into my eyes, pools of honey stare back at him
He sacrifices the last of his purity to create the windows to the core of my being
His other half
Creating me in the image of who he once was
The embodiment of everything he keeps hidden
Locked away and safe
Just like I know he'll protect me
Because I am him
And he is me.
