I just want to go to bed but preferably with you
I want to be a canvas and your lips the brushes,
your fingers the chalk, your tongue the ink that stains my skin.
Paint me in all your colours,
drench me in acrylics, watercolours, coal.
I will be your masterpiece,
placed in a museum, adored for centuries to come.
Your name will forever be etched in my substance.