Hearts bleed colors

That ink into words

The etch upon your skin

Amazing, how beautiful your love draws.

Sometimes it is violent red

Painful at the deep,

It draws your anger

And your wrath.

And yet sometimes it is the sad, sad blues

The slow-breathing, just barely moving

Life-less hues

That stretch upon the canvas that is me.

Other days it is the black and purples

That amplify your pain

They bruise my skin so softly

But they hurt so much more within.

Or it may be the yellows and greens

That keep me at peace

They dip onto me and find their way to my soul

'Breathe' they say

And with each breath escapes my tension

You exhale my imperfections.

Amazing, how beautiful your love draws.