Lover's Canvas
How is it that thy strokes amuse!
A lover’s canvas burning ooze
and to all else you do confuse,
Except to us, a playful ruse.
Behind your lips I shall peruse
a blazing sun of thickened hues
Among your shades of reds and blues,
your splattered kiss I can’t refuse.
I pray that we may never lose
such swirled emotions that suffuse
Beyond shadows of scared excuse,
I remain devoted muse.
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