Life spills across your canvas,
never finished, never still.
Deep blues pool in the valleys of your eyes,
blending into yellows that burst with
laughter,
a sunlight smear of blush across
shadowed cheeks

Oranges igniting in your chest,
whiskey flames,  burning sparks, kisses,
pressed like fire to your skin.
Greens breathe between your ribs
between fingers intertwined,
summer grass and the hum of insects,
quiet peace weaving through motion

Grays curl and drift like soft smoke,
blacks etch edges, sharpen your corners,
the outline of who you are
against the blur of everything else.

Pink dances across your cheeks, rosy winter
snowflakes delicate balance on lashes,
icy fingers, crisp laughter,
white silence catching your breathe

Reds bleed, screaming streaking across
fierce and unrestrained
survival, your heartbeat, heartbreak
the raw pulse of life.
Purple sunsets unfolding in your gaze,
hands on hips, the horizon deep as wine,
your eyes drinking tomorrow before it comes

Every stroke is imperfect, every hue alive,
this painting, this is you

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