My favorite work of art is not a painting nor a sculpture
It is tangible and real and smells of cologne and fresh, spring air
My favorite work of art is two strong hands brushing my cheekbones with their fingertips while kissing me slow
It is a clear night- when his eyes twinkle like the two brightest stars above us as we gaze upon the endless, dark sky
I trace the constellations of freckles on his back
For they are more beautiful than Orion or Lyra or Cepheus
My favorite work of art is the perfect curls I wrap my fingers around as I sit on his lap and breathe in the scent of his laundry detergent
Even the intangible things are works of art to me
Like the way he looks at me with love and passion in his eyes
Or the way he tells me I’m a breath of fresh air in a polluted world
Waking up to his arms pulling me closer is extraordinary
His sleepy mumbles are music to my ears and I wish I could listen to the way he whispers my name on loop
The beauty of my unconditional love for him could never be captured or replicated
This kind of art is priceless.
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