You Have Me Creating Galaxies

You dip my hands
into puddles of color:
yellow- your laughter
blue- your tears
grey- your failures
green-your eyes
lift them to canvas,
smear paint across its surface,
circling my wrists to make comets streak.

Your touch makes
planets burst forth across my skin
watch my cheeks glow with
pink- my blush
red- my passions
purple- my dreams.

Handprints stain these pages,
you have me creating galaxies.
Your chin on my head,
your arms round my waist from behind,
you traces my veins in lines:

“The world is at your fingertips,
but you
are my masterpiece.”


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