Black ink and sunbeams poetry

My love,

strip the viridian

edges of my canvas,

pull forth the black with

your brush, soothe my

heart with grey,

when we fall together

upon the hillside

overlooking the city of trees and

I cast my line into the wellspring

of unease that bubbles forth

every night at dusk,

rend me with your fingertips,

like a painting discarded,

kindle hope with a

kiss