She dips her fingertips into red paint
just like she dips them into my back
I marvel at the thick strokes that drip down her watercolor masterpieces
but not as much as I appreciate the strokes she creates on my body
figures swirl around on her paintings
just like my eyes swirl every time I see her
walk into the kitchen to spread jam on my toast
just like she spreads her soul onto the canvas
Accompanying Photo: “Day 133: A Brush With Color” © Bruce Guenter licensed under Creative Commons 2.0.
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