She painted a picture

 

Charcoal on her hands

caressing the lines of his back.

The curves

Water to her brush

Over the white canvas

Blank and patient

Quiet

Waiting

 

She painted a picture

 

Rubies in the night

A feather against the stone

Marking

A turn of the head

A lean towards the abyss

One more step and they would -

 

She painted a picture

 

And as she froze the moment

Captured in her heart 

Captured in the paint

Captured in his words

 

She waited for him to paint back.