Lenis Welt

my fingers reached over to

the bed on your side

where did you go? i asked

and you softly replied

i've gone to make art

please go back to sleep

i'll come to bed soon

and help you counting sheep

and i smiled and rolled over,

with the bed far too wide

and soon thoughts became

deems that i kept deep inside

finally alone, you could do

all that you pleased,

so entered the washroom

and fell to your knees

and you cried and you cried

and you cried yourself blind

with a mirror in front and

a door locked behind

and you painted and painted 

and i went to your head

how beautiful your art was

when only in red

soon you lifted the sheets

and drew yourself in

with layers upon layers

now covering your skin

where is your art? i asked

it is a surprise, you said

then kissed my cheek

and went to bed