The Hymns of Anteros

Muse.

You were my muse.

Your water colored eyes embedded on the canvas of your skin, dusted with moles and forgotten freckles hidden under the cotton of your sweater. I sketch the depth of your hair and paint with the red of my blood poured onto my palette from my frantic heart.

Your love a shade that cannot be made, as I swatch it across the white of my canvas but yet still never capture. A beauty left unseen by the eyes of others. A color I cannot see with anyone else.

So here you are, my muse. My love. An unravelling beauty and a pattern with it's thread intertwined with mine in the fabric of fate. My hands made to fit, my fingers made to slip into the spaces between yours. My eyes meant to hold and my lips a searing burn on the skin of your canvas.

Ruined by me only.

-Eros