When we first found love,
we were a blank page
with a Crayola 64 Crayon box
complete with sharpener.
We dulled points,
pressed too hard
snapped occasionally
and scribbled and colored
without any form or concept –
just multicolored splashes.

In the ensuing years,
we became colored pencils
finding the pulsing pastels
and erasing the errant lines
and incorrect shading.

Now we are calligraphy –
the style, swirls and shading-
our unique erotic gallery.