Paint your flushed skin on mine;
make me out of the colours that
make you. (blinding gold and sunshine
and life) Let me feel hope for
the first time. I am your canvas
as you are the masterpiece, heaven-sent.
Play me as you would your pipes,
till I am weightless and lost in floating
constellations, the stars and the moon. We
will create a song unheard; someday it will
be sung by angels in heavenly skies,
murmured by voices of our descendants below.
(I want you.
To.)
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italian_romance
make me out of the colours that
make you. (blinding gold and sunshine
and life) Let me feel hope for
the first time. I am your canvas
as you are the masterpiece, heaven-sent.
Play me as you would your pipes,
till I am weightless and lost in floating
constellations, the stars and the moon. We
will create a song unheard; someday it will
be sung by angels in heavenly skies,
murmured by voices of our descendants below.
(I want you.
To.)
x-posted to
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