Painters

I wondered what to paint on the blank canvas

 

Your hand was the first thing that came to mind

 

I worked on hours on the masterpiece but still didn’t find the time

 

When you touch me with that hand it’s hard to breathe

 

And when I touch you with my hand I hope the breathing becomes more heavy

 

Fingers intertwine eyes connect

 

Staring at what passion is made of

 

I can’t look away

 

I try hard not to blink or I might miss a moment of your beauty

 

One day I hope to look into your eyes and see what you see

 

Revealing everything you thought of me

 

I suggest you hold me tight and don’t set me free

 

I never want to slip away from you so tell me that you love me

Reviews

[Jocelin]

I like this poem :)