Softly (a masterpiece)

Softly

he whispers to me

"Do you not see

How such beauty can

lie in your eyes

even in these moments of sadness?"

I relinquish into skin

which tears like paper

and absorbs the words

that are thrown hastily

and clumsily at me

littering the canvas that I have become/

Softly

his kiss is delicately painted

like the brush work of Van Gogh

that is strewn across my canvassed body

left for the world to see

because I am his

favourite art work

a masterpiece.