MelchiaX

A transient presence that grants me vast happiness visits this winter.

Your skin is the canvas and you eyes are the stars in this milky night where the moonlight reflects your smile with frozen breath and pencils at hand here I lie beholding your bare figure and every single golden hair strand. Because love is inhibition. My brush and the ink become one resembling the love act we perform without any illumination but the fireflies glow moans and cries fusing with the cicadas call, composing a novel nocturnal chant likewise, the brush dexterously scraps away the delicate canvas, in a rough yet tender manner. Because love is delight. This art session is reaching its end similar to our existences which so