CANVAS

In a moment of everything you've burned into me
feeding my demons and now my skin sings
an artist, you satisfied my every sense
as I did for you before the night went
by dawn I was ravenous, needing for you
to take with no questions, feeding on you
the warmth in your touch, the fire in my breath
eyes become strangers, become welcome guests

painting in life the mind is a sea
an ocean of paint drawing on me
your fingers blood red searing my mind
me as your canvas truly devine
gasping and panting senses alive
pleasures in flesh while feeding the mind
how many licks to get to your center
how many strokes after I've entered

in deed, feeding me
pleasing me, a canvas, indeed
you saw in my eyes as they were before.
never to see them that way anymore
you've painted them now the most fiery sea
your hand so deft as you brushed upon me
seeing the colors, to bring them to life
seeing the black of the storm in my eyes
the red is the passion of a type you will know
that burns and consumes above and below
R
E
D
the signature you have left
the picture alive
the proof on my back

eyes of an animal, eyes of fire
eyes of lust ,acceptance, desire
searching and finding, the artist has changed
reality now a little more sane
proof of your being, ever in me
the salt in my sweat, licking my stings
the canvas awaits the brush and the paint
the artist delivers, A sinner and saint
crawl past my window, my soul through my eyes
in your world I am free
the painting alive

(c)opyright Jason Erway

You can find more of Jason's work at http://www.editred.com/Autobohm

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