you are art

To me you are art,
your eyes are the color I use to express darkness.
I have your body memorized,
just like the canvas I use to transfer thoughts.
Every inch of that delectable body,
every bump,
every bruise.
My paint brush glides smoothly on your canvas
leaving behind
a wet trace of purple and red
splatters.
Oh how you are turning me into a sucker for love.
Notebooks filled
with words only meant
for your ears.
Rooms filled
with portraits only meant
for your eyes.
You,
everything is you,
us,
everything that we used to be