Even if I closed my eyelids,

Splattered streaks of various colours,

Binding the painting together, he bids.

Even if I close my eyelids,

The cooing of his words as he writes

Stay in my head, making letter grids.

Even if I close my eyelids,

His smile radiates like the sun and

His laughter stopping time, unable to skid.

Even if I close my eyelids,

He teases expression into perfection

And I wouldn't want him to stop, heaven forbid.