A short poem

Your skin is like pastels
from it I draw clouds and scents
Your veins are like watercolors,
When I kiss them they blush feebly
Your beauty spots resemble the night sky
deep and rich, dark and vast
Your skin is like pastels
from it I draw memories
your skin is like pastels,
it softens at the touch of my tears

Suzanne Zhang

I found the quote 'your skin is like pastels' in an old notebook, and decided to write a short poem, starting with this sentence. 
This was written during the Christmas holidays, back home in France, snuggled up in my bed drinking hot chocolate.

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