painting – The Messy Middle 🖤

Brush Strokes.

The brush strokes remind me of your strokes.

Color.

Intensity.

Pressure.

Length.

Width.

Release.

–S.

I paint your body from memory,

I hope you haven’t forgotten me.

I love your body in my mind,

I can still feel you touching me.

I love your body in my mind,

your words are still caressing me.

I try to touch your body with my heart,

but the universe blocks the energy.

I try to touch your body with my heart,

but I am protected from things not meant for me.

–S.

Like paint, I wish we could just wash it away.

But that’s the thing about pain, it likes to stay.

–S.