if i could collect all the sand
from this beach and place it in your hand,
every grain would find its way
into your palms and heart and stay
there for a period of time so excessive.
don't blame a grain if it gets too obsessive.
- - -
a shadow emerges emphasizing beauty,
evoking a sense of artistic duty.
i feel obliged to show my feels,
for we are food for our meals.
a gift on canvas slits my heart,
making some blood ooze onto my art.
the richness of the red color vibrance
emphasizes this romantic alliance.
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