Your body is my canvas.

Your eyes deep as the galaxy,

Your smile brighter than the sun.

Your body must be your canvas as well?

Your body is a canvas.

But I don’t choose your colors,

The paint is in your hands.

Your body is your canvas:

Abstract to others,

But clear for those who know your soul.

No, no I don’t mean that abstract can’t be clear.

I just hate the torturous changes.

But I take it as it is.

Your body is the perfect masterpiece.

The soundless click of your teeth

When you think.

The senseless movement of your feet.