10:24pm
your body
is a canvas
your skin, oil paint
mine acrylic
but they mix so well
your fingertips
like brush strokes
blending me out
it's only you
it's only when you kiss me
i feel our palettes bleed into each other
darling, i'm all blacks, grays, and crimsons
and you're all violets and pthaloe blues
but maybe my darkness
and your vibrance
can create something beautiful
because the highlights cannot exist
without the shadows
