The Artist

May I paint you?

Not just a recreation of your face

But a worship on your body

May I lay sweet strokes of pigment

From a brush made with my hands

investigating every inch

and fold

and bend of you

May I study your form

Your touch

Your sweat

Every bitter note upon my tongue

Is a spectrum of your skin's unique makeup

And with a salty finish

Leave me craving even more

Let me wet my fingertips with your saliva

And write your name across my belly

Once it disappears

Rewrite it with your lips

A work of art to me, you are

Cut from more than imperfect marble

A permanent exhibit in my heart.