Lover's Canvas

How is it that thy strokes amuse! A lover’s canvas burning ooze and to all else you do confuse, Except to us, a playful ruse. Behind your lips I shall peruse a blazing sun of thickened hues Among your shades of reds and blues, your splattered kiss I can’t refuse. I pray that we may never lose such swirled emotions that suffuse Beyond shadows of scared excuse, I remain devoted muse.