"Canvas I'll be your canvas Paint your beauty on me The strokes of your brush are Intoxicating Colour me with intensity Will you be my atlas Running my fingers over you From south to north, east to west, Gently Mapping your geography We can lay in the grasses Watching clouds pass above us Talking of dreams, ideas and Our hopes Laughing at things we discuss Reading each other passages Recited from our own poetry Openly, honestly, our own Uniqueness Lost together hopelessly ©Schizology"