Painting on futile’s wall part 2

My dear heart, darling
Emerged from a canvas

You’re still wet in places
Cracks around yellow hair

You can hold me now
Open your arms, your shield

Love me, slow and true
We’ll make art together

You are alive, a dream
Made by me, for me

Perfect, in my imperfections
My clumsy hand, poor paint

Come to me, sinuous glide
I need to feel your scales

Sing to me, a siren call
I’ll drown in your watery depths

We will be eternal,
Forever preserved

My dear heart, darling
Emerged from a canvas