My Body--A Canvas Of The Rawest Sort

Some free verse. Written when I was falling for an artist (don't do it)

You�"the hunger artist

with bristling brushes,

tubes of pigmented oils,

crooked easels and murky water.

 

You�"with a penchant for beauty,

in crystalline eyes, opulence dances

like a ruby figurine,

torn from Matisse's hand.

 

And I�"a canvas.

A blank slate for creation.

Drown me in your inks, I plead,

Feed me your oily hues.

 

I absorb all you are.

 

Paint your anger, sculpt your joy,

Pour plaster of emotion

upon my nude figure�"Let me feel all you are.

 

Paint a beginning�"our beginning.

Cover me in our story,

Erase and cover the blotched remains

of sketches and scribbles of others

who tread here before�"

Before you arrived with a canvas dream.

 

Stain my flesh with varnished vision,

Tint my skin with chromatic creation.

 

Paint our story.

Show me who we are.

Who we were.

Who we will be.

 

The story of our lives;

Told over generations.

Living Art...

From palette

to hand.

From hand

to body.

From body

to hand.

From hand

to vellum sheet.

 

Our eternal story,

Ever-echoing between us.

A million ways�"a million days.