avant que la tragédie

How are we not art,
when our hips and
our lips and our hands
all fit together like
corresponding place?
ーChristopher Poindexter

We are like canvas,
it all starts with a blank
open to loving and colorful strokes
with each and everyday we add more colors
more texture and more life
wondering how do we end this piece?
how do we end our love story?

GodtBas/PhaYo AU (on-going)