Post-Impressionist

Made for him

Let the voice do the touching

Worn by her

And the vibrations do the running

A brush against a canvas

His fingers stroke against her flesh

Gently painting with invisible ink

It leaves marks. 

Love hearts 

Trademarks.

...etched on tree barks

More enigmatic than stretched skin,
She felt the texture of love 
rub 
up against her mind.

They kiss till the early hours of sunset