His body was my canvas,
I wanted to paint every inch,
With the colour's i felt.
Not a drop of paint wasted,
Not a curve unwanted.
His body was perfect.
I wanted to paint galaxies,
But they were already in his eyes.
He was as beautiful as is.
Even paint would ruin him,
Because he was art himself.
-KJW
Photo by: PsyChedelicProductor
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Beautiful poetry and I love the imagery. Ahh I can't resteem 😞
Thank you so much! that really does mean a lot :)