the asthma i took to steal laughter.

I am drawn to your canvas

Like the pencil I lift.

But can't find the right words

Like the target I miss.

Painted in artistic kisses

With pink peerless lips.

Calculations are riddles

Riddles with gifts.

The gift you have become

Aesthetic bliss.

The pit of my stomach

Knotted in the form of a fist.

Perforated to glory

A celebration of this;

Love.

A love I never knew could exist.

- CH