An art were thee ?
can i paint on your back
words , trees-
you and me.
can i dig on your skin
poems, truths-
a butterfly or two.
can a brush in my hand
roam a body-
like yours , by Angels made.
can a sinful whisper
escape a mouth...
words , trees-
you and me.
can i dig on your skin
poems, truths-
a butterfly or two.
can a brush in my hand
roam a body-
like yours , by Angels made.
can a sinful whisper
escape a mouth...