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The Artist


Paint me with your breath

and your favorite hues of red

until the pigment and anticipation

drips from my chest.

 

Draw the sunlight onto my back

with your fingertips

the way it reflects through our little bedroom window

every morning.

 

Weave the blush into my cheeks

and the flush into my skin

and I'll invite the rosy tint 

into my lips through yours.

 

Sculpt a mountain range beneath my flesh

with your eager arms

and name it after a place

you'll always call home.

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AshleyCrawford
<p>THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL!</p>

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