brushstroke

filter the pigment of my skin
recolor me, into warm solution
sort the palette with your lips
you feel, it's a wise choice
each stroke is a felt force

paint me anew
you knew all this time
the colors you'd use

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful and amazing use of words.
"paint me anew
you knew all this time
the colors you'd use"
When we love like a painter. Can create masterpieces. Never forgotten. Thank you Winter for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote