♥ The Pores in The Canvas Will Absorb Us Both ♥
I want to paint something in here for you. So when you read it, you will see exactly what I see.
I want to use quick, abrupt strokes.
I want you to quickly, abruptly realize where we are standing.
We are in the middle of this canvas and I am knee deep in every colour that my heart will leak this month.
Could I please tell you that I rather enjoy the colour that we make when we mix?
Your skin has become my skin here.
We are so hard pressed against each other, yet hardly pressed for anything, except hard pressed for time.
Nod your head, when you kiss, and you rotate, and my heart follows you.
And this blanket will not cover me any longer.
My heart is spilling onto these blankets the same way we are.
My emotions are tangled up inside of our legs tangeled up inside each other.
My head on yuor chest, I hear your heartbeat beating fast.
Our breathing is identical.
Fast, quick, like the time it takes for you to wrap your arms around me.
I will arch my back for you.
I am grabbing at sheets and blankets, anything to hold me down.
Anything to keep me from spinning out of control.
To keep my head, my heart, my body grounded.
And I don't understand where we will stand when the paint begins to drown us.
I hope that this canvas is big enough for the both of us.
I hope that you're ready for me, I am oil-based, I will stain your clothes in a gone but not forgotten way.
I have never seen this look before.
This intense stare that pierces me, I can feel it, and it tingles all over my body.
And my body, it won't take this.
But my heart, my heart will unwillingly take this.
It will drink this portrait of a highschool romance until we are both drunk.
Or one of us has to call Poison Control.
I never said that it was a good idea to drink this paint.
♥
ERIN
I want to use quick, abrupt strokes.
I want you to quickly, abruptly realize where we are standing.
We are in the middle of this canvas and I am knee deep in every colour that my heart will leak this month.
Could I please tell you that I rather enjoy the colour that we make when we mix?
Your skin has become my skin here.
We are so hard pressed against each other, yet hardly pressed for anything, except hard pressed for time.
Nod your head, when you kiss, and you rotate, and my heart follows you.
And this blanket will not cover me any longer.
My heart is spilling onto these blankets the same way we are.
My emotions are tangled up inside of our legs tangeled up inside each other.
My head on yuor chest, I hear your heartbeat beating fast.
Our breathing is identical.
Fast, quick, like the time it takes for you to wrap your arms around me.
I will arch my back for you.
I am grabbing at sheets and blankets, anything to hold me down.
Anything to keep me from spinning out of control.
To keep my head, my heart, my body grounded.
And I don't understand where we will stand when the paint begins to drown us.
I hope that this canvas is big enough for the both of us.
I hope that you're ready for me, I am oil-based, I will stain your clothes in a gone but not forgotten way.
I have never seen this look before.
This intense stare that pierces me, I can feel it, and it tingles all over my body.
And my body, it won't take this.
But my heart, my heart will unwillingly take this.
It will drink this portrait of a highschool romance until we are both drunk.
Or one of us has to call Poison Control.
I never said that it was a good idea to drink this paint.
♥
ERIN