Careless Confession

My love is the brush and the palatte
She is the oil and the turpentine
My love is the softest flesh
And the gentle cloth covering mine

My love is the sensation of desire
She is the heavy scent of musk
My love is the cajole of morning
And the pale persuasion of dusk

My love is the ink spilt on the page
She is the parchment and the quill
My love is the insistent restless whisper
And yet she is the quiet still

My love is the meagre mist over dawn
She is the dust in the evening air
My love is the demure fold of hands
And every devil’s most dangerous dare

My love is a brilliant meteor shower
She is the space between the stars
My love is a day in silent solitude
And nights of adventure at the bars

My love is contemplations and autumn oaks
She is senseless drivel and winter pine
My love is the breath of this universe
And this universe is the breath of mine