White Canvas

I tried to paint the way you love
On a naked canvas; onto emptiness.
I painted your body in a vessel of blues,
Sleeping in a sea of dripping reds.

So I painted my love instead,
Painted it over, and over, and over again
Until it was buried so far in a deep quiet place,
Breathing softly against the canvas.

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