day36 - portrait de la jeune fille en feu
dear luci,
tonight i feel like writing in character. forgive me, these words are not addressed to you.
i crave.
the way the taste of you burns at the back of my throat. the intention of your touch. gentle yet greedy. take what you want of me. ask me to surrender myself. my breath catches in my lungs when your eyes meet mine. an intensity i have never known brings me to my knees before you. to paint a portrait is to study a person. to notice the lines and the contours of their body. the colours of their features. the way light and shadow play across their figure. call me meticulous but i have found it is no longer sufficient to observe. i wish to know you. not simply notice you. i do not want to paint your lips by sight. i want to know them by touch. to paint is to capture an image. you taught me that a soul cannot be bound to canvas.
do all lovers feel as if they are creating something new? the sound of your breath, the warmth of your skin, the feel of your heartbeat. i have found a new medium. etch upon the surface of my soul. leave a handprint, and if you will have me, I will leave one in return. leave an indelible mark as your nails do to the skin of my back. let every kiss solidify. every breath taken in unison become sacred. every glance stolen in wonder as if gazing at God's true form.
come, create with me. set me aflame as your hand guides the brush in mine.
we know things will never be the same when we are finished.
sweet dreams luci