fingerpainting

i wish that i could paint your silouette

with the brushes of feathered eyelashes

mix the blacks of their eyes

with the light in yours

trace the shadows of your jaw

with the grey shades of doubt

streak the bold flavours of coffee

through the waves of your hair

breathe the fine hazel mist of whorls

down the back of your neck

join the unique pinks

of our hesitant lips

mottle purples and blues

on the canvas of your neck

polarize the molecules of our bodies

with the reds of our tongues.