I want us to be naked
Pressed limb to limb
Until there’s no telling
Where I end
And you begin

I want you to guide a paint-
Brush in my hand
Standing nude before an
Empty Canvas
Waiting for us to create
A masterpiece, A catastrophe
Something, anything…

Afterwards we make love
Your body covering mine
Laying me down and ravishing me
On a bed of oil and sweat and paint flecks
You taste of salt and sex
Deliciously sharp on my tongue.