My Canvas

If the feelings that I feel for you
were ever to break free
and turn to colors that I could paint
on a canvas of eternity,

I'd color the borders soul deep longing.
The background endless sky.
The earthen bed I'd passion stain
the warmth of sunset's sigh.

The flowers, each and every one
petaled hues of my caress.
Moonlit dreams would tint a pool
of spring-fed wantonness.

Your softly whispered kiss

as a landscape licked by flame.

The desire that I have for you

I'd limn torrential rain.

So vibrant as to steal my breath
is how I'd cast your soul.
Your eyes I'd color promises
of things I've yet to know.