paint by number nonsense
you're writing me out of your dreams
and none of this will fill the gaps
these timeworn pigments peel
and when you take things as literally
as the oil wet on my brush
I see you rise and turn your cheek
when I kiss you there you flush
and how oh how can this newest paint
be wetter even than you? - be redder than your heart? / than you too
a frame in time another color / tint
bleeds your breast to view
shades your breast from view (breath) (to start)
and repeat this section as once commanded
paint by number nonsense
(instrumentality)
paint by number nonsense
pose a portrait of your sins
a gaze at once mysterious
revealing the attic within
and why you say this figuratively
as you wave the camera's eye
the color bleeds to black and white
where kisses go to die
where kisses go to die
my kisses turning dry
where kisses go to die
my kisses softly cry
