Awakening

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An Artist's Wake

She was an artist
more than she knew;
it wasn't just her lipstick, or
her blood running through
that colored the canvas-
painted in you.

I really like this work than your first post with the original poem.
To me, I see a woman who loves me. She's more an artist than she knew, because she doesn't know the subtle things that turn me on about her. It's not just her lipstick on her lips trying to look cute. Her blood running is passion. Passion not just for her art, but for her love, which is me. She's painting her canvas, which is life, which is me.

*lol* a little funny note: my first thought of this poem, is that i wake up with morning wood and i think she's doing it to me on purpose.