once upon a time
or was it the very first time
i said
i would write on you
tickling words
alternately in ink, fingerpaint, pepper sauce, and frosting
fun confectionary
of my dictionary
doodling
a note of admiration
voluptuous sentences
curving
skipping like a child
over the lines of you
writing in backwards and reverse
look in the mirror
it all is clear
in time
such verses fade
but only on the surface
deep down where each brushstroke
really counts
every syllable etched
in a trail of tiny touches
of the finest
pointillism
and, of course,
they lived happily ever after

((tanyaann))

((H))

The canvas flows with purity

and what a beautiful canvas it is

Some feedback...

"alternately in ink, fingerpaint, pepper sauce, and frosting"
-I think you should break this line into two lines so that the overall look of your poem is consistent. This line looks too long. It's a great poem though!