i took
finger's tip
and

d
i
p
p
e
d

..into orange first

crafted, his eye lids
as fingers, slid

..symbolic of the fiery burst

when he opened the panes of his soul,
wide

full of fortuitous flames
leaving behind blazing trails of pride

beyond, his years,
he was wise

warmth, exuded,
reminiscent of the beautifully burnt sienna edges of suns set

----
yes

here, orange, suited him best
----

i, then, swirled
fingers in the cup of cool water
releasing orange remains

and then

drenched, nail beds

..in red
spread

evenly, on the canvas,
creating his calloused hands

labored & scarred
he supplies solace ,
i love him eternally, this i promise

together,
we will conquer, come what may
of this land

yes,
this man

selflessly
breathes me
and my every demand

bleeds me
on the behalf of we
diligently
King, i OVERstand

----
yes,
for the bloodied palms he acquires,
even when he tires
to provide a roof over head

in painting,
the hands of this man
i shall use red
----

next,
i submersed the entirety of fingers length into the passionate pool of purple
&
in one long, steady stroke
i steered these fingers across papyrus' length
mimicking his backs span

..man..

royal, you are

by far

&

measured, will never be of your manhood,
based upon how many times you falter
for,
it is how you react

how the sculpting of
this very back

displays the worlds welts of worry, repeatedly
and still
you make certain, the spine of "we"
remains in tact

and due to this very fact

..i love you

----
so divine
so mine
incomparable, is the joy you bring

yes, Love
purple,
is befitting of a King
----

within my peripheral
i captured a glimpse
..of blue


....and thought of you....

quickly painted your thighs

for,
even when gloom consumes me
and i swim amidst the wreckage of emotionally draining debris
you utilize

those very thighs

to catapult me into the most beautifully blue skies


...and

clouds dissipate
vanish into the winds of thin air

and,

instantly
in the world, i haven't a care

----
yes,
for all the times,
you've given reason to my many rhyme
and have taken a stand for both me and you

i, proudly paint
legs of strength
blue
----

yellow,
next, leaped into my vision

and,
with precision

i tenderly colored in the irises of your eyes

this,
should come as no surprise

because immediately thoughts travel to honey bees
and the sweetness they cultivate

like the sweetness
that illuminates

...from the eyes of he

when he looks at me

... ever so softly

golden...are we

----
i used yellow
to carefully construe
his eyes

yes, King
you've given me a reason to be grateful for each sun rise

how suitable, that yellow,
i utilize

----

upon cleansing,
lastly
i sunk appendages into green and shaded in his chest

..took a deep breath

as blades of grassy pastures, into my day dreams, leapt

hills of forever
embedded my mental,
took over the glide
of my fingers stride

i inhaled the distinct scent of always
natures, raw blades

and,
it was in these very pastures

existed enough love for now
and all the happily ever after's

consumed with love laughter

i adoringly
filled in the chest that housed his heart

a love like ours was green lighted
from the start

for, love like ours
can never be withheld

upon this portraits completion
elation in liquid formation
forced my eyes to swell

overcome with love, i signed the painting
and placed it in the foyer,
so upon his arrival, it'd be the very first thing he'd see

he'd finally see all he is to me

and all he will always be

i love him
and shall remain

/... true to him ...\

he is my


/... beautiful hue-man ...\