Colors

The colors blend together
Overlapping here and there
Black on blue
Everything they share

Sometimes there's red
Mostly it stays blue
Where the skin is tender
Because of you

Swelling up softly
More tender it becomes
You beat me like
Your marching band drums

Now there is yellow
Sometimes mixed with red
I wish that we
Did not share the same bed

A pale white canvas
Now colorful as can be
But the beauty of it
No one will ever see

Hidden from the view
Of strangers that pass by
You cover my mouth
When I scream and cry

An artist and his work
Are always just one
And it will remain that way
Till he is done

His work is never through
New colors he'll make
For when they fade
He makes a new break

His muse and his beloved
His canvas so bright
Her pretty colors on the wall
On her final night