Painted Red and Blue

My body, his canvas.
A piece of artwork I stand,Β
painted
in a gallery of secrecy.
Locked away by bolted doors
I sketch a veil
of liquid smiles,
an artistic trait I adopted.
My body, is his alone.
my skin, is his muse.
A masterpiece only heΒ
can take pride in.
He strikesΒ
colours that speakΒ
of lust and passion
upon this pale surface.
He creates rose petalsΒ
with bold acrylicΒ
to blush
my ivory complexion.Β
Violent spills, Viole-t spillsΒ
along paper skinΒ
like water washed ink
with conflicting hues.
This painting screams
with pain of lost love
pleading for recognition
of his expressive talents.
My voiceΒ
swoons in twisted air ofΒ
The Starry Night,Β
lost in silence.
Framed on a wall
my portrait, trapped asΒ
the girl who couldnβt smile,
hollow eyed and closed lips. Β
My body, his canvas.
Painted red and blue,
bloody and bruised
by the bristles on his knuckles

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Comments
Welcome to the cosmos. Wow totally floored by this piece. A wonderful read and exceptional imagery. Pinned for perfection
Thank you, Iβm overwhelmed with the positive responses Iβve received so far, Iβm glad you enjoyed this pieceΒ
Stunning! xx
Thank you :D
Very creative and sad piece! Just in case you're not aware you can like a poem, vote if you think its good enoughΒ for contest and pin to add to your favourites.Β I have done all 3! Well done.