his eyes.. they could paralyze me.
in his arms..
my body lays untouched by the morbid sky..
i feel my veins unwind beneath him..
his face untouched inside the pencil of an artist.
our lips swell in the summer heat.. and our hearts begin to spoil.
OH BUT I AM SAFE IN HIS EMBRACE.
OH BUT I AM THE PROMISE ON HER PALETTE.
and our scattered words arrange themselves behind the backdrop of morning..
beneath our careful.. aching tongues.
quiet hands..
screaming, "only blooming in your sun."
don't you see?
you are an artist.
for i am the product of your love.