Your touch became the silver rays
That crawled across my skin.
In darkness, clad in moonlight bliss,
I felt your “work” begin.

Your voice became the stylus,
My essence - your canvas white.
And your words became the medium
You worked with through the night.

Each “brush stroke” carried tenderness,
Warm hues of passion’s flame.
And your masterpiece breathed with desire
Before you signed your name.

With the dawn your portrayal had vanished,
Yet in my mind remains ever whole;
For your love was the vivid image
You had painted upon my soul.


© Brandyn Sand