I am Your Canvas

Green-eyed canvas
Germinates from wild sparks
Lit by tributaries you draw on me

Red the lily of the Incas
You flow through me like the
Amazon from the Andes mountains

Orange clusters of life
Surrounding me as pleasures
Arouse flesh with hot touches

You are the center of
My tree where life is fed by
Those tributaries you draw on me

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