I kiss her neck,
turn her cheek
a faint shade of red.
to my emotions;
pours another glass.
Past my glossy blue eyes,
she licks her lips;
tastes alcohol on her tongue.
I’ll sit, enamor her buzzed beauty,
until she needs me later
dazed and confused,
in need of a hand to hold home.
Sway by the shore,
along the shoreline.
Watch the stars with me.
Weather the storm
in the blinded winter night.
Shiver close to me.
Grow among the
new, spring-red roses.
Bloom next to me.
Change your colors
in the crisp early evening.
Fall next to me.
My mind wanders at will
and watercolor sunsets
Holes in her leggings
tangled blonde hair
color-worn finger nails
A torn body,
The way her off-white dress bottom dances
in a windstorm freezes my pass-by.
Both wind and her dress agree to hold hands.
They intertwine at different speeds,
exchange dips on the dance floor,
toss, turn, swirl around to the rhythm,
up until the wind passes on through;
the storm passes, sun peeks out, the next song resumes
her dress dances no more. My day goes back to ordinary.
I dip my finger into a coat of light blue,
color you like an April spring sky;
kiss your cheeks softly, turn them into
a faint shade of pink, the same
shaded color on your lips.
Following the curves of your body
down to the floor, I slowly stroke
a color of red-orange along your thighs,
and before we finish, I sit back and stare
at my fine artwork. I wash my canvas off in water,
watch the running colors puddle beneath you
as I admire your untouched immaculate beauty
in her aged skin,
midst her lips,
branched around her eyes.
Her body an hourglass of beach-like sand
washed along ocean end;
smoothed to the surface by a midnight high tide;
reflected waters’ perfection
in morning sunrise.