Art
Art is sex.
Art is passion.
Art is skin on skin and bruised lips.
Art is the way their mouth stretches over their teeth when they laugh.
Art is the crinkle by their eyes.
Art is the wobble of their lips.
Art is the first tear to spill over.
Art is how they feel when their together.
Art is how he looks upon her nude body with such admiration that it hurts.
Art is the pain in her chest when he's out.
Art is the smoke that escapes her lips.
Art is the purse of his lips as the liquor burns his throat.
Art is when they get lost and art is when they are found.
Art is when they realise they are each other's lives for a purpose.
Art is no longer paint on paper.
But boy...
They were a masterpiece.
