The Artist

you were an artist
her skin, your canvas
beneath colors bloomed
her skin, you ravished

purple, blue, black
your choice of color
that ran down the skin
if your canvassed lover

elegant on the surface
never one to retreat
but beneath your paintbrush
she was utter defeat

she hid your art
beneath it all
but the paint bled through
when the tears would fall

so tell me artist
what do you see?
when you look at your canvas,
when you look at me?

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