I’ll paint
you
the colors

the rainbow,
one

a day, a different
hue,

so at the bottom
of the week

when things have

gotten a bit
grayer,

I can sit
at your feet
for the longest while

and pick up all
the gold

that leaks
from your shadow.

I’ll be your brush
so you can dip
me

in the colors
you’ve made

and let you paint over
the sad faces

encamped on my skin.

When you’re not looking,
I’ll lick
your fingers

some

so when you walk
away

I can follow the

drips
back to you.

Again I’ll paint you over
and over you again

in my head, on my
shoulder

along my forearms,
on my wrists, let your dye

seep into the

 

blood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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