You Are Art

You told me once that you didn’t think you were creative

You told me that as much as you loved the arts,

Your skills were elsewhere.

And this may be true,

You’ve a scientific mind,

Educated,

A scholar,

But I saw more

You see

Your eyes paint landscapes as they gaze at me

Me, an empty canvas, to you

Your fingers create such sweet music

As they trace my curves

Your breathe, as hot as kiln fire

Shaping me like clay

Your mouth on my neck

Your words are poetry to my ears

You speak in sonnets and limericks

The thing is

You, yourself, are art

You are creativity.

An artist all your own