you are art.
your sun stained skin
is
marked with
constellations,
forming the shape of my heart.
the shape of our hands in knots
as one.
the shape of everything i love,
everything that you
are.
your eyes,
drowning in oceans
suffocating
in the embrace of the forest.
they are careful,
and wanting\
pupils large
a vision of cloaked desire
and i feel it too.
god,
your lips.
crude and gentle,
daring and fiery ice.
alive alive and red
and so close
and i feel your breath
and this is real
and you want me back
and i am alive alive.
you
my love,
are art
even if you don't believe it.
