paint me like da Vinci
mold me like i am malleable
i want to drip
down your fingers
like paint.
draw on my skin
everything i have forgotten
i want to fold
into your arms
like you have been
waiting for me.
close your eyes
and trace my face
say that i am art.
can you find petals
in my tangled heart,
can you hold my broken shards
that cut your lips
like glass.
do you like the taste of blood
dancing on your tongue?
i am a blank canvas.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (2)
wow, Sara! this is a heady mix of evocative longing and palpable need and desire! that image plus your words is striking!
What an incredible image you’ve created.