Blank Canvas

I’ll be your blank

c a n v a s,

made with ridges,

curving,

bending,

enveloping 

your

paintbrush,

dipped 

in water color 

shades.

My face 

remaining

expressionless,

awaiting

your first 

stroke.

You begin and

my mind,

my eyes

now abstract,

slashed

with pastels

and bolds,

chaos afloat

in blue oceans,

fields of fire.

My entirety, 

now limp,

wet.

because of it. 

Reviews

[writingcrazy55555]

Nice poem, very descriptive, great job!

[demureminds]

Thank you (: