Her Canvas

by CH

December 28, 2018

I lay beneath her

Still and unmoving

Cold

Under her colder hands

I inhaled

As she exhaled life

Into me

Her fingertips

Brushes

Painting strokes

of red

Glitter

Unto me.

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