a-m-a-z-i-n-g writer, see for yourself:
Never have I been
A painter, an artist
never known what it is
To make colors
Dance.
But I, eyes shut
naked, with these tips
of these fingers
as brushes
paint.
I
paint your breasts bare
With soft shadow
cradled in my hands.
Your hair like smoke spilling onto my
chest, your eyes lost in me.
My fingers, my brushes smooth
and silken the deep hues
your skin, my fingers brush
up your legs
quietly tracing
The contours that are
You.
Thighs end with puddled
paint covered by my
bareness.
Love is canvas
as I paint you in pieces,
never have I been a painter
an artist
but in our bed,
my fingers paint your nakedness
our intimacy
a masterpiece.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-*I thought I posted this before, but I couldn’t find it. So, here you go.
