Hearts pounding
Bodies blending
Their histories like paint
In a palate of sheets
Reds and greens and purples
Spilling out in new forms
Massaged from containers
No longer capped by shame
Forbidden dreams of
Soft flushed bodies
Naked and vibrant atop canvas
Possessed by creative spirits
Tracing secret curves
Teasing desires from darkness
Sculpting pleasures that erupt
Giving life back to stone
Lovers as artists
Each encounter the raw surface
On which to spill their souls
Revealing in this dusty life
The fullest forms of the spirit