tonight, let me stay awhile
and watch you hold
your canvas, as you
create a new me
moisten your paint brush
with the blue tears
i have saved, over the years
that gave my darkness
a lighter hue
choose the color you wake
up to, each morning
make it
the color of my aging skin
let your brush strokes erase
the hurt print of yesteryears
and draw veins
for hopeful breaths anew
give me a shade
of all the colors you lived
...your playful youth that teased
life, and squandered twilights
...the man you were
who loved, both your woman
and a dream they called lie
...the wisdom etched
with smiles and frowns
...the wait you now make
of the grandest dawn
that shall free your soul
of all the things that cannot be
when you're done painting me
tonight, i shall leave
but it will be as if
...i never left
After that....
ReplyDeleteMy canvas my no.3and 10 brushes
and vermilion,flesh tint and the prussian blue of the pacific create you with all the pleasant bruises which you very fondly touch over and over again . Did you ever imagine that our groans could be so green.What wisdom oh little lass,what dream ,what painful smiles? I splash rainbow allover them Clutch itstrong , oh little girl.