Sunday, December 23, 2018

If I were van van Gogh i'd paint you like his night sky, you'd be every one of his stars.
You'd be the brightest celestial body and on Christmas they would paint you atop of Jesus's head.
You are light.
And if I were da Vinci you'd be the Vitruvian Woman, perfect in proportion.
Your arms enslave your chest, your smile kisses your ears,  your wrists display like candy.
You are justice.
If I were Monet you would be the most breathtaking silence, the mind numbing stillness.
You keep me from thoughts of the world, you are my thoughts of the world, you entrap me.
You are eternity.
If I were Cassatt i'd put you in my arms. I would buckle your body to mine like two hot metals.
Your head dripped on my shoulder, your lips against my neck, you'd never forget I love you.
You are precious.

I spent a year studying what art is, and before I knew you, you were all that I imagined. You are the shore touching the water, you are every star in the sky, you are a mother and a child. You are everything I want and anything you want to become. You are liquid in my lungs post death, quietus.
I prayed to god for 20 years, I pray to you now. I kiss your feet and bow my head in your heart. I wish I were these artists, to have the capability to tell you, how beautiful I think you are but for now just lay with me and we can read each other like braille, My whole body screams I love you. わたしは、あなたを愛しています.

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