what an artist you are
your touch is like poetry,
your caress like a brushstroke,
as if my skin was a canvas
and you were so inspired
you couldn’t keep your hands tied

when i see the moon
it reminds me of your eyes
and the sun at rise
reminds me of your touch;
the sky is my dream
and it reminds me of you
so please, do not
take it away
from me
no matter what you do

most of my feelings go unsaid,
my truth remains unspoken

keeping secrets under my skin
feels like healing what is broken