*to whomever paints it, colors me theirs*

*to whomever paints it, colors me theirs* by Lee “Bridgett” Harrington across a dream crossed by screams I call for you to ride away from your complacency Ride the waterways of my body My veins Your hands stern but soft would row the way Along my valley Waters Lakes Streams Past the rapids of my heart Into the vast ocean of my soul *** let me sing your mind your tongue paint my sweat upon your brow bind you in my acrylics watercolors pastels or the lyrics of my life *** be my palette let me brush you across my…

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