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Through the blinds,

the sunlight beams across your skin.

You blanket over me,

On a bed stripped nude like us.

My hair

Ink staining the white pillows,

Swallowing your fingers

Like thick molasses.

Honey streaks across your face

dripping down

Into the puddles of your eyes.

Amber irises dilate.

I admire the jewels.

An itch in my hands swells,

Instinctively I paint my canvas.

Ten soft brushes

Sketch lifework for this masterpiece.

One by one these shades and hues

Rose and bruise my bare muse.

My Klimt, Van Gogh, and Dali’s marvel-

At my Michelangelo’s David.

A shower of sunlight bleeds along your back

Flooding the river

Shadowing the canyons

Carving the little black stars out of your sky

Monumental.