Rinascimento

I am no
Raphael
Leonardo
Caravaggio

I don’t know
what kind of mix
will produce blue
as light as the sky
as dark as the dusk

I am no
Donatello
Brunelleschi
Michelangelo

I don’t know
how to sculpt
perfect lips
or a divine
visage

But what I know is
you are so
heavenly
made
of sacred
ingredients
devoid of defects

You are
my light
you are
my dark

strokes
of colour
in details
so perfect