You ... Me and paint.

If I handed you the blue and red paint...

would you use my body as your canvas

colour your essence upon my pale skin

purple paint strokes sing of longing

leaving beautiful marks upon my flesh

gliding down my spine in heated passion

yellowish gold for the beacon of light

you forever lay upon my broken mind

chasing the elusive shadows from my fractured essence

piecing the image of us together with every stroke

as the bristled brush... pink and crimson

hits against my backside in strikes and flicks

severing the sorrow found within