She let herself go

in all the beautiful ways

she was destined to

As I sunk deeper under bedsheet

wanting nothing more than to disappear

alone in the darkness

She was painting all her daydreams

in pale blue watercolor

twirling her brush between strokes

Like I had watched her do

so many countless nights before

like the time she painted me nude

And I watched her beauty unfold

like a single blooming lotus flower

adrift on a swamp at dawn