Untitled

I am an artist,

painting you on the clear blue canvas sky.

I am a pianist,

writing your melody to the thrum of the raindrops.

I am a singer,

letting each of your notes draw out my breath.

 

I am a sculptor,

finding your face from the saturated earth.

I am a fighter,

pulling you back from the heart of the battle.

I am a doctor,

reminding myself I still have to breathe.

 

You are the sunshine.

You are the rain.

You are the mud and the dust.

You are the fatal cigarette

taking my breath away.

Beautiful.