Canvas

I am missing the way you once laid in front of me
A blank canvas willing to change to what I want you to be
Running my touch over your ready flesh
To plan out a way to make it all mesh
You look so wanting as my stroke passes over your skin
As a beautiful piece of creation finally begins
Colors flow brightening the virgin scene
A spectrum of whites, yellows, and some soft greens
Start to lay a master piece lacking a name
But here comes the genius that makes nothing the same
You suck up the attention with extreme stimulation
As the onlookers drool with lustful anticipation
And as your image finally comes forward to be seen in the light
To show that this artist can do his job right
Then everything is cleared up once and for all
As your handed over to a new owner to be put on their wall

— Originally published in 2000 —