Poetry

Yours

If you are the artist,

let me be your canvas

Paint me in gold at dusk

Sweep across my cheeks,

the brush of your hand

Draw me in the image of your fantasy

If you are my painter,

make me your masterpiece

Color me in hues of pearl

Allow me to shimmer on the mantle of your heart

If you are my potter,

mould my skin to your will

Touch the clay of my flesh,

and bend it to your taste

Refine it with your breath

And let me be alive in your hands

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