A Rose Blood Canvas Poem by Sierra Celeste Cearns

'Let your body become my canvas.
I shall shade in your hair like the night sky.
From that sky I take two stars,
Placing them deep within your eyes.

Your cheeks I color a pale white,
changing color only upon my touch.
My brush is covered in the blood of a rose,
which I sweep gently across your lips.

I sketch your curves like the crescent moon,
and erase the pain from your heart.
You are flawless.
You are immaculate.
My beautiful work of art.'