Graceful
I'll stay awhile
To see your shining smile.
Lip caught in your teeth,
Smudging the paper to magically
Make a figure emerge.
Breathing life with your pencil with
The blood sneakily tinting
Your cheeks, in a claim
That your art doesn't measure
Up to my praise.
But you, graceful, don't realize
Yourself you cannot see
So instead listen to me.
You are the art.
Eyes to match oceans
In mystery and hue.
Piano hands that speak violin
Leaving fingerprints on a roomful of books
And all over my face too.
Gentle arms petting through the
Thick fur of the animals you love.
Paint-splattered hands, boot-clad feet tap-dance.
Screaming songs out car windows
Hair whipped by wind, tongues tripping on raps
That's how our time goes.
Sleeping at the edge of my bed
After trusting me with dark secrets
And the dreams you had
My greatest honor is to hold you close.
I wil stand fierce guard the night through.
No demons stand a chance,
Because I love you.