Canvas

I'll be your canvas

Paint your beauty on me

The strokes of your brush are

Intoxicating

Colour me with intensity

Will you be my atlas

Running my fingers over you

From south to north, east to west,

Gently

Mapping your geography

We can lay in the grasses

Watching clouds pass above us

Talking of dreams, ideas and

Our hopes

Laughing at things we discuss

Reading each other passages

Recited from our own poetry

Openly, honestly, our own

Uniqueness

Lost together hopelessly