he's already told me
if art were a girl
he'd **** her brains out

but I think you should know
a bed is not a canvas
but a bed

her hands are not brushes and pens
they're palms and fingers,
her face is not an array of pastels
it's a face of emotion,
her arms and legs are not shapes and figures
they're arms and legs,

and her voice does not hold flashes of reds,
and purples,
and blues,
and silvers,
and golds,

they're flashes of human.