i love words and you had a way with it besides, you're a writer the first few months we were together you'd bask me with your sweet voice i was blissfully, happily intertwined in your arrangement of sentences
but
i didn't know you were a painter too you lose your pen and started using your hands you'd paint on me, your favorite canvas fingers and knuckles as your brushes i figured you liked red and blue purple and black when you got creative