light travels your fingers like a paintbrush
exploring
the soft porcelain that becomes a canvas
wrapped in a blanket of disposable sunlight and lyrical melodies
(that come crash into me)
this place is flooded peaceful
by the half light bubbling over a flame
and soft shining voices
breathing life to the other;
life that glows in our skin
and spills out our pores
emerging beautiful in the shadows

i awake a thousand times
to find your eyes searching my heart
and your hands painting me beautiful
in the growing hours of midnight