Underneath Your Sleeve Sketches

Underneath Your Sleeve Sketches

I’m close to running out of words

but since you always preferred pictures

I will write this last one as an image,

bold colours painted on canvas

to accentuate the meaning you have only partly heard.

Brush strokes form curves that protect from your sharp edges,

you were a paper cut borrowing my blood,

spreading stained fingerprints across soaked skin

and calling it fine art, calling it love.