Masterpiece

She has eyes
that have captured my soul
her fingertips
trace my bones like they are her home
when I wake
I am alone
and the world out there is still turning
though my world is dead

That girl knows
sex is like dying a little
be careful who you choose 
to die with tonight
you may never rise again

When I think about her
I see her as a painting
painted in a happy moment
by the saddest, deadest artist
who swore he'd never paint again

What he did with her
is nothing short of a masterpiece
nothing short of a miracle
after heaven ran out of them
she's perfect like that,
though frozen in time

When the lights go out tonight
I'll see her again
though like a dewy dream
she'll evaporate again

That girl knows
sex is like dying a little
she didn't want to die with me
that's why I always painted her
with her clothes on

In the new morning's disappointment
I'll remember her
as I say my prayers
and maybe she'll think of me
and the way I perfectly painted her

She was my muse
and I loved her
as artists are wont to do
and she did
as muses are wont to do

She sat still for her portrait
and died in another man's arms.