You are a wave on the ocean. You are cerulean and indigo and lace-tipped edges.

You are an infinite sky and the sun we cant view. Rising and falling but always so steady. Only my earth moves and you fade and ruse. The brightest hope i know.

I would fall into the depths of your soul. And i do. So with knowledge, how to breathe?

I know:
You bury in depths
The patterns of your fingers
And display the past as though
It will someday save you.

Your heart:
Gripped tightly
Through white knuckles
I catch a glimpse

******* and adoration
Whiskey and love
Smoke and mirrors
Soft touch
The chase.

Your hands
My mouth.
Your body
My touch.
May i paint you?