Canvas
Let your skin
be a canvas
and my touch
be a brush,
so the
first stroke
sends colourful ripples
down
your spine.If your body sings
through grace alone
My brush will paint
A portraitIf your glances
show a wilderness
Then I will paint
A landscapeBut if I grasp
your essence
and we acknowledge
I have no
artistic spark:
then I’ll draw
a stick figureAnd your smile will be
the only thing I captured.










